Thea could feel Simon's hand pause and stiffen for a moment, what she didn't see was Simon's face twisted and hideous as she asked.

Simon withdrew his hand, his voice low as if he were talking to himself. "You remember this? …… Oh, it seems that you can only afford that rough outline. Otherwise you wouldn't have asked me such a stupid question. I can tell you this, and I save you from nostalgia. ”

Thea opened her eyes, unconsciously grabbed the hem of her shirt with her hand, and looked nervously at Simon.

Simon seemed to remember something funny, and the corners of his lips bloomed with a smile without temperature, as beautiful and vicious as the Demon Emperor Grass. Every word he spat out was like a cold dagger, and every word pierced Xia's heart. "A political marriage with no feelings to speak of. In the end, his deliberate deception and concealment led to your death. ”

"I don't believe it!" An unbearable throbbing pain in her heart caused Thea to blurt out words of denial.

"Otherwise, why don't you remember what he looks like when you think about it? You don't love him. You know it in your own heart. Simon understated his conclusion, and turned away briskly. We're about to leave for Deathknell now, and you can take your time on the way - if you can remember anything. ”

……

At the moment, Mograini was in his tent, anxious. Because he had just received reports of the disappearance of two soldiers chasing the undead.

The expedition of the Scarlet Crusade was made possible by Mograine.

After paying dozens of loyal and distinguished Scarlet Scouts, he managed to find out where the damned undead were located. After a long and careful discussion with Archbishop Ethanlien of the Valley of the Hearth, he finally got the strong support of the Valley of the Hearth for this expedition. He desperately needed a victory to reduce the suspicion and pressure he was under within the Scarlet Crusade.

Mograini knew very well that since rumors of his own murder of his father had spread within the Scarlet Crusaders, although he was still nominally the top leader of the Scarlet Crusaders, his influence and control were far inferior to that of his father. Ethan Lien and Dassault Han, two old foxes of his father's generation, who professed to openly support his leadership, secretly took two-thirds of his troops with them on the grounds of fairness, and stationed them in the Valley of the Hearth and the Eastern Plaguelands, respectively. What's even worse is that Archbishop Esenlyon has even begun to secretly train Tyran Fordin, allowing him to appear on many important occasions in preparation for his replacement as the leader of the new Scarlet Crusade.

Mograini must not allow such a thing to happen!

So, as long as he catches those evil undead by surprise this time and destroys their important brood, his prestige will surpass that of his father and reach new heights. What's more, there will be no one to question his leadership on the grounds that he killed his father, a tainted incident with no evidence, and no one can replace him.

Thinking of his father's murder, Mograine couldn't help but think of the main reason for his father's murder - his dear wife Whitemayne. Why hasn't her logistics troops kept up yet?

The perfect plan was made possible by the escape of a small undead soldier. If we wait any longer, I am afraid that the situation will change. He can't take risks, this matter is related to his and her future, only success, not failure. Mograini patted his face hard, and finally made up his mind and walked out of the tent.

"Herald, tell the camp to assemble."

Soon, the well-trained soldiers were assembled.

Mograini looked at their young and fanatical faces with emotion. Once, he was full of blood and justice, full of love for the Holy Light and for his fellow man, but now, the merciless reality forced him to grow up in an almost cruel way.

These good boys, at this time tomorrow, I don't know how many more people will be able to triumphantly step on the corpses of the dead and return triumphantly. Mograini sighed, completely oblivious to the ominous omen. He cleared his throat and began to mobilize before the march.

"Young men, each and every one of you has suffered from the Scourge Legion. Can we just do that with the rage they have invaded our beautiful homeland, slaughtered our beloved compatriots and insulted the light of our faith? Shall we let them live so arrogantly on the land where our ancestors have lived for generations? ”

As soon as the words fell, one slogan after another sounded: "Can't!" "Destroy the Undead Scourge!" "Defend Rodron to the death!" The warriors were all gearing up and filled with righteous indignation.

Mograini pressed his hands down, and the noise immediately fell silent.

"Now, boys, we are heading out for the lair of the evil scourge of the dead. As long as we capture Deathknell, Lordaeron's undead will no longer increase. We have a major breakthrough and new hope for the destruction of the undead. Tell me, young men, are you willing to give your blood and your lives to the Light for all this? He roared loudly, his voice deafening.

"For the Light! For Rodron! The Scarlet Warriors waved their weapons in their hands, and the crowd was excited.

Mograine drew his sword and swung forward with all his might. "Let's go!"

Watching the troops march in an orderly manner, Mograine pulled out the Messenger Amulet from his bosom, which his wife had given him before she set out for battle. He caressed it gently, as if he were caressing her, and imprinted a kiss with affection. "Whiteman, beloved, may the Light be with us".

……

When Segaard, the executive of Deathbell, saw the group led by Simon again in his humble office, he couldn't believe his eyes. "My lord, what is the wind that blows you back again?"

"Wind of Doom." Simon walked quickly up to him, "I have bad news for you, my good consul. The vanguard of the Scarlet Crusade may soon arrive. ”

"What?" Segaard's eyes widened in surprise, and his eyeballs were about to fall. "Damn, what are those borers doing? Have their brains been eaten by natural disasters, or are they fed and disgusted? Actually let the Scarlet Crusaders come down from under their noses to Deathknell? ”

"No matter how much you don't want to believe it, but it's here, and we can only do our best. I've sent someone to Brill to ask for reinforcements. Now, tell me, how many of our defenders are there? ”

"There are 40 elite guards and 80 ordinary guards," Segard gritted his teeth, "plus novices and civilians who have no combat effectiveness, it's only 200 people." ”

Xia frowned slightly. The disparity between friend and foe is a bit big. What can I do? She clenched Mick's hand beside her, but her eyes involuntarily looked at Simon.