Two tall towers link the broad walls and form a solid line of defense. In the middle of the two towers, the massive ironstone fence gate was stuck in mid-air as it was lowered from above.

Hordes of calamity spirits abandoned the unattainable walls and swarmed down the open gates towards the interior of the Valley of the Hearth.

In their path, the soldiers in white and blue robes who were waiting for them blocked them from the avenue. The defense line they built with the shield array resisted the impact of the natural calamity and the undead in waves

Even if there is no warning in advance, the outer defenses of the city of Hearthvale are enough to defend against the undead scourge that does not come well.

This little trouble is not a big problem for them.

"What kind of thing would break this thing like this?" Renault stood on the corridor between the two towers, inspecting the massive steel gears. The original staggered gears were twisted beyond recognition by the huge impact, the gears could no longer rotate, and the door was obviously closed.

"Don't dwell on that useless thing, Renault." Attorney General Ethan Lien, dressed in a bright red uniform, was constantly busy with his hands, releasing golden holy light on the crusaders fighting below.

"You and the Grand Crusaders go down to help our soldiers, leave it to me and Duane, and we'll do our best to cover and heal you."

Following Ethanlien's gaze, Duane was standing at the other end of the city wall, he and his mages and apprentices were gathered, colorful lights constantly appearing from his hands, and explosive energy was constantly exploding among the zombies, blocking the continuous influx of undead behind him.

"Oh, of course that's fine, it's my job." Renault raised an eyebrow and brandished his hammer. "It's just... What do they do? ”

Renault stretched out his finger and pointed at the civilians below who were constantly fleeing into the city, and his tone gradually became cold.

"Who knows how many undead spies there are? Even if they are not spies of the undead, the plague of the undead can be a great threat to us! ”

These words silenced Ethanlien, and Renault looked at him quietly. Behind Renault, Dassault Khan playfully touched his chin and looked down quietly.

After a brief pause, Ethan Lion quickly made a decision, "It was forced to clear our team before. But what is there to hesitate about now? In any of the situations you mentioned, we cannot accept any of them. ”

"What you do normally, do now!"

"Very well, Attorney General, I will make our army strictly enforce this order!" Renault smiled crookedly and gave Ethan Lien a military salute.

Just as he was about to leave, Ethanlion stopped him.

"Wait..."

Renault turned to look at him suspiciously, and the muscles on Ethan Lion's face began to twist, as if they were about to turn into large bumps.

Dassault Khan looked at him intently, his purple pupils not knowing what he was thinking.

Sometimes clear, sometimes confused, sometimes unbearable, sometimes resolute.

There was too much emotion in Ethan Lien's eyes.

"If that's possible," a hoarse voice came from Ethanlyon's mouth, and he opened his mouth to continue with difficulty, "spare the young children, the plague of natural disasters, maybe let those children go?" ”

Renault sneered at this, turned and strode away, but Ethanlyon's hurried voice still came.

"If you really want to do it! Be sure to avoid Tyran! ”

The hiccups on the city walls did not make Renault's heart fluctuate in any way, and he strictly followed the instructions from the Attorney General.

The Crusaders of Hearthvale have their own system for screening scourge undead, which works automatically even without orders from above. The difference is that the final execution order needs to be authorized by the superior.

Therefore, when Renaud followed the other prosecutors to a refugee camp where he gathered and took refuge in the city, he was really taken aback by the crowd gathered here.

It's full of panicked refugees, looking at them with frightened, panicked eyes. Then they looked desperately at the soldiers around them who were oppressing them. Frightened civilians hugged their relatives and children around each other, and some unwilling civilians approached or cried at the soldiers guarding around them, trying to leave the encirclement.

Most of them sat on the ground in despair, not saying a word.

Now, he began to understand why Ethan Lien hesitated.

Renault's palms holding the war hammer began to sweat, looking at the numb face, Renault only felt that his throat was blocked, and the plan he had thought of all the way began to waver.

"Commander?"

"Huh?"

Just as Renault hesitated, the prosecutor on one side woke Renault up.

These discerning prosecutors, who may have seen the hesitation in Renault's heart, looked at the refugees in the venue, strolled to Renault's side, and whispered, "Does the commander think they are pitiful?" Can't bear it? It's not surprising that you're right to think this way. You don't have to feel any upset about it. ”

Renaud turned his head to look at the unfamiliar prosecutor in front of him and was speechless for a moment, he wanted to say that he thought so, but it was not in line with his previous style.

As he fell silent, the prosecutor continued his speech.

"But compared to them, aren't they pitiful for our soldiers who died on the front line of fighting the undead? They defend the people here, defend their land, and if they are infected with the plague, they can only end their lives alone. They... Pathetic? What about our soldiers who were infected with necromancy during our screening process? What about them? ”

"Aren't they pitiful? But why did they all choose to be purified in the end? ”

Renault avoided talking about this question, he didn't want to think about it. There was a sin hidden in it that he didn't dare to look at it directly.

"None of them knew what that meant, but it was because they understood it that they didn't resist. If they don't die, there's a risk that the city will suffer an even greater threat! Their loved ones who are still living in this city will suffer the same disasters as them! ”

"Now that we have purified them, they will choose to accept it. But it's not a good process. ”

"No one wants to die..."

Looking at the lifeless faces, they looked at their own appearance. Renault suddenly felt that they were so similar to the face of his dream mother!

Suddenly, those faces began to have these expressions; Mockery, sarcasm, pity, anger, smiling, being looked at by countless such faces, these expressions terrified Renault!

He stepped back in horror...

"Purify them! Purify them! Don't let them pollute our pure ranks! ”

Roaring hysterically, Renault quickly turned and fled from the place where he was deeply frightened.

The prosecutor who remained there bowed slowly to Renault's distant back, and the expression on his face turned cold as he turned to face the refugees.

"Let's go!"

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Colonel Calamir's favorite thing to do was to lie on the stone wall of the gate of the Dead Fortress and watch the waves of refugees and caravans passing below.

When he sees someone who upsets him, he will spit and foam. As the supreme commander of this fortress, his willfulness can only be regarded as a bad taste for others.

"Really not going to help the person on the other side?"

Karamir didn't feel anything about the voice coming from behind him, and he didn't even think of answering.

"They're all Lordaerons, are we really going to watch them being attacked and be indifferent?"

Calamir sneered a few times, he looked back at the woman in the tattered overcoat in front of him and said, "It's not something you should meddle in, Major. You'd better not forget your responsibilities and do what you have to do. Don't forget, we are all soldiers, and no one can get out of this fortress without an order from above! ”

The woman calmly responded to her own opinion. "Everyone knows how long it takes for the news to be passed from here to the monastery, or to Iva. When the news of the rescue arrives, I think it may already be a new stronghold of natural disasters! ”

"Don't bring feelings into work, Faryl," Karamir looked calmly at the woman in front of her, as members of the Security Service, the two of them knew each other well.

As agents trained by the Security Service, both of them hide their true thoughts from outsiders, which also prevents Karamir from seeing through his former colleague.

"Your job is to collect and organize intelligence from outside the fort and then pass it on to headquarters. That's your job job, you don't have to think about the rest. ”

"Oh, that's a tragedy. There are so many civilians out there who don't want to leave," Faryl said with a shrug of relief.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Karamir suddenly asked, "Are you from the Eastern Lordaeron Region?" Right? ”

Carefully looking at the female major in front of her, Calamir looked at her with scrutiny, "If I'm not mistaken, the head sent you to be in charge of the outside work, it should be because you are from the Hearthvale?" ”

"That's all in the past, Calamir." Faryl smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you grew up in Andohar, and your mother is from Talonshire?" ”

"Hehe," Calamir chuckled dryly, and the female major across from him gave the same smile.

On this section of the city wall, it suddenly became deserted.

After a long while, Karamir sighed and said helplessly to the woman, "Today is another day to send the army out on routine patrols, and I hope they won't encounter those disgusting monsters, nor the unreasonable madmen on the other side." ”

"As for the refugees on the patrol road, there are refugees asking for help, so I think it is not impossible to bring them back to the fortress."

As if talking to himself, Karamir walked away from the wall. "I think Senior Prosecutor Celia will understand what my soldiers are doing?"

These words made Major Faryl, who had stayed where she was, smile slowly, and she slowly saluted the distant Calamir with a solemn military salute.

As the regional head of the Security Service, she is well aware that there is still a long way to go before the army is sent to patrol the avenue...

※※※

The undead who had stormed the outer side of the city in Hearthvale were destroyed, and many bones and corrosion were piled up together, ignited by alchemical potions, and burned brightly.

The battle ended so happily that not even a single soldier was killed or wounded.

Of course, the most important thing is that although there are many undead who have invaded the city, most of them rely on brute force to destroy.

In fact, most of these scourge undead who invaded the city were unarmed cannon fodder who had been improvised and pulled up, and many of them were just skeletons with white bones, and some parts of the earth had not yet fallen. They carry rudimentary thigh bones or sticks or something in their hands, and few of them are fully armed.

Many of the recruits were ecstatic to the purge of the undead, but many veterans and officers were looking uncertainly at the outside of the city.

The current undead disaster is no longer a mess of sand in the past.

A large number of human officers and high-ranking generals who once died are now mostly the commanders of the puppets of the Scourge of the Dead.

The Undead Scourge has also begun to use tactics and discipline to restrain the actions of these cannon fodder. They have gradually transformed into an army with command and strength! Many people have begun to call them the Scourge Legion! This is used to distinguish the undead scourge from the past.

Therefore, the large number of undead cannon fodder that was eliminated made them feel that the situation was serious.

This was clearly a tentative attack, and it may be even more violent next time.

"What are we going to do? Just waiting? I don't think they're very strong," Renault couldn't help but look into the distance as he stood on the aisle above the gate.

"Are we going out? Kill the filth that hides in the shadows? ”

"No way!" Tyran vetoed Renault's proposal, and he looked into the distance worriedly and said, "It's been so long, and not a single civilian has taken refuge in the city. Moreover, we sent out more than a dozen waves of scouts, and not even one of them has returned now, so there must be something wrong with this! ”

"Tyran is right, we have to be cautious." Dassault Khan looked at the forest in the distance with his hands on his chest, as if something was watching him.

"The Undead Scourge is just a bunch of scum, and the enemies behind them are the ones that need our attention."