For a moment, Locke felt that he was superfluous to be here, and there was an inexplicable competition between the two women in front of him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The smell of gunpowder in the tent made Locke extremely embarrassed.

So, when he was about to pull his arm out of Bridget's arms, Bridget quietly grabbed him.

"Well, I still have some things to do, you guys talk here." Locke couldn't help but say as he glanced sideways at Bridget in his arms, then pulled his arm out in the latter's triumphant smile.

Then Locke smiled awkwardly at Marlan, ignoring the bitter smile on her face at the moment, and hurried out.

"Hmm," Locke, who came out of the tent, wiped the sweat from his head, and then turned his head to look at the tent behind him, "It's really damn, what the hell is going on with the two of them?" Competitor? Or a good sister? ”

"I'm really blind, I actually think that Marlan is a steady person...."Locke shook his head, "Anyway, it has nothing to do with me, I'd better go, don't make trouble..."

Time always passed quickly, and the original plan to attack Stratholme suddenly disappeared after the legion was stationed.

No one informed Locke what had happened.

Time flew by, and Locke watched the fortress outside be built day by day. When he was fine, Locke would also go there to chat with Marlan, although the level difference between the two sides was a little far, but this did not affect the growing familiarity between the two, after all, both sides were paladins with the Silver Hand.

"You Hand of Tyr are very powerful, I heard that when the Scourge and Plague broke out, your Hand of Tyr was the only city that quickly wiped out the Scourge undead and the plague, and resisted the attack of the undead." Locke said with some emotion, and Marlan accompanied him to inspect the fortress. "Compared to this, we, the Tiriss, have lost everything, including the royal capital."

"It's different, Commander. The people of the Hand of Tyre are very loyal to the Light faith, and this is not a key target of the Scourge. The Tirisfal Glade is the hardest hit area of the Scourge Plague, and it is also the focus of the Scourge undead. And no one would have thought that our prince would behave like that," said Marlan with great bewilderment, "it is so different from the wise, confident prince I have seen, and I really wonder why he did what he did. Could it be that he was really lost in the mind of the undead of the natural disaster? ”

"The question doesn't matter anymore," said Locke, looking at the hard-working workers inside the fort, "and like you said, the question now is to defend well. The East Lordarens who lost their lives, the monsters they turned into are now disappearing from the land, a threat that may be gathering strength to wipe us out. ”

"I once saw in a valley controlled by the undead of the Scourge that they buried their puppet soldiers. The numbers are endless," Locke recalls the valley where he and Little Delhein were, the dense mass of puppet skeletons that still tingle his scalp today, "and with just one order, they will rush out of hiding and attack our human-controlled territory." ”

"So I'm in favor of you preparing your defenses ahead of time."

"The Hand of Tyr will not back down, the original plague did not defeat us, and neither can the current Scourge Legion!" Marlan said solemnly, "We will drive these monsters out of this land and destroy them completely!" ”

"Yes, I think so too, the Crusaders will be victorious!" Locke nodded and smiled.

Just then, a herald entered the fort and found Locke.

"Deputy Commander Harvey, the Grand Commander asked me to inform you that tomorrow at noon we will have a military meeting at the Chapel of the Wish of Light, and I hope you will be on time."

"Okay, got it, thank you soldier."

After seeing off the soldiers, Marlan reminded Locke, "Commander, this is a few hours away from the Chapel of the Light's Wish, so you'd better leave now to avoid delay." ”

"Okay, then, goodbye."

"Have a nice trip, Commander."

Rushing back to the Fifth Legion's station, Locke and Bridget were about to leave after explaining some precautions, when suddenly he thought of Old Fording, and turned over.

"Fordin! Are you there? ”

Locke dismounted and shouted at the house where Old Fourding lived, and soon Old Fourding came out with a gray mask.

"What's the matter? Child? Fording looked at Locke suspiciously.

"Well, I'm going to the Chapel of Light's Wish for a meeting. Tyran must be there, I mean if you want to see him, I can take you there, and I'll disguise you as my guard. That way you don't have to worry about the risk of being seen by your old friends. ”

Old Fordin's body trembled slightly, and he reached out from his dirty clothes and tugged at the hem of his hood.

Ever since the Fifth Legion had been stationed here, Fording had deliberately concealed his face, perhaps because he was afraid that someone who knew him would see it.

"I—" Fording hesitated.

"You haven't seen Tyran in years, don't you miss him?" Locke persuaded, "It's just a close-up look, and he won't notice the anomaly of my guards." ”

“....”

In response to Locke's silence was old Ferdin, who was not in a hurry and gave him time to think.

"Forget it, I'm not in the past. Alas," Furding sighed, "I'm afraid I'll see him and I can't help it, like that...."

"Besides, how can there be an old guard like me?"

"Thank you for your kindness, I don't think I'd better go." Furding shook his head, and he smiled bitterly, "Because of my previous sins, I was punished and exiled to this land. ”

"Now I'm wandering the land, providing assistance to all those who need it."

"So... Thank you, I can't leave. Furding turned and walked to the house where he lived, and said with his back to Locke, and the old voice reached Locke's ears, "Don't come to me in the future, you have more contact with me, and sooner or later they will notice me." ”

"They? Who are they? Locke asked, standing still.

"Remember, my old friends, don't mention me in front of them, they don't know what I've survived yet," Fording walked into the house, and he stood in the doorway looking at Locke, "and you should not have been in front of them when I was an old man who died on this land, including any news." ”

"Okay," said Locke, and since you don't want to, then I'm no longer reluctant.

Riding all the way, at dusk Locke successfully arrived at the Chapel of the Light's Wish under the control of Silver Dawn.

After approaching the area of this land of holy light, the surrounding civilians gradually increased, and countless refugees came and went here, one by one, they entered the slightly corrupted jungle outside, trying to find food from the jungle that had been tossed by the people before.

As he passed through a deep ditch, Locke saw many refugees churning in the ditch, putting the white and still young scavengers into their pockets, and their faces were filled with happy smiles at all times.

"Unbelievable, do these civilians really survive by eating these things?" The accompanying guard said with a look of surprise. "Don't they know that this thing eats carrion?"

"Karl, you have to understand that it is very difficult to keep food supplied in this remote frontier. Not to mention now! A slightly older soldier frowned, and he looked at the busy civilians and whispered, "The only animal in the vicinity that is not contaminated by the plague is the scavenging worm, although the flesh of this insect tastes like chewing wax." But you know, like those merchants we saw on the bridge over the Sodoril River, why did they stock up on the meat of this scavenging worm? ”

"Because their meat can be stored for months," Karl said, spreading his hands, with a look of disgust, "and if I were one of those civilians, I would rather starve to death than eat their meat!" ”

"Then your prayer that we will never run out of food," Locke thought of the dwindling supplies, and he thought about it, "This is not our Silver Pine Forest, and the hands of Tyr, who is in charge of our logistical supplies, are already a little overwhelmed. The food we have received from Tyre this month is far from enough for our Fifth Legion, and we are unlikely to be able to eat their flesh in the future. ”

"That's... My lord, why don't we bring grain from the Silver Pine Forest? Karl asked, confused, "So that we can alleviate the food crisis in the garrison and the city here." ”

"Read more books and don't always think about gambling!" The old guard unceremoniously lectured Karl, and he took over and said, "As I said before, this is too far from the Silver Pine Forest, and the cost of a single trip is too high. ”

"How much food can we deliver at one time? And how many legions are there? How much military protection is needed for transportation along the way? Does the army responsible for security need to consume food? That's the problem! ”

"There's no way around it?" Carl said helplessly, "We're really not going to eat carrion-eating meat, are we?" They really eat human corpses! I've seen it with my own eyes! ”

Karl's words silenced the guards. The group rode on war horses and watched the civilians in the ditch who were busy catching rotting insects.

"That's not something you should think about." Locke broke the suffocating atmosphere by saying, "There's always a solution." Alright, let's go into town. ”

The knights silently drove their horses away from these busy civilians.

The Chapel of the Light's Wish was originally just a church in the town, but after the natural disaster, it was chosen to be the base of the Knights of the Silver Hand in the eastern kingdom of Lordaeron for some other reason.

Thanks to the efforts of the paladins and the local garrison, the surrounding natural disasters were eliminated. Civilians who had been wandering in this vast land entered the area to seek refuge from the paladins.

So when Locke and the others entered the town, they were immediately shocked by the number of refugees on both sides of the narrow road.