Sending the agitated lieutenant out of the house, Locke began to talk to Demetia again.

In fact, until now Demytia did not know what kind of plan he was going to launch, and how to expose the ugly face of the demon Banazal.

As his most important ally now, Locke still told her all his plans. However, to Locke's surprise, Demytia didn't show a shocked look, she just ......

Nodding...

Then nothing was said, as if it was as natural as drinking water.

In response to this, Locke can only attribute that she may have seen similar scenes, which is why she is so calm. However, under her influence, Locke's originally somewhat apprehensive heart calmed down somewhat.

That's good news.

But soon, the news came from outside that made Locke excited, and Fairbanks had arrived in Fireplace Valley!

Before they could explain anything, Locke and Demytia were led by Anderson to a very ordinary inn in the city of Hearthvale.

Even though it was late at night, there were still a lot of drunken drunkards hanging around inside and outside the inn. When Locke and Demetia appeared in their black hooded robes, no one stepped forward to make trouble, they continued to go about their course and fight with the people around them, as if they hadn't looked at them.

Eventually, led by Anderson, they entered the back kitchen of the inn. Anderson gently flipped the torch on the kitchen, and a passage of the same width silently appeared on the wall of the passage leading to the basement of the back kitchen. Then, led by Anderson, they entered the hidden underground passage.

The passage was brightly lit, and three people could walk side by side, with a bright torch at intervals. A cool wind continued to blow past them, blowing the turbid air behind them.

After walking for about a few minutes, Anderson stopped. As he turned the torch on the wall, the smooth stone wall in front of him suddenly poured down, and a diagonal passage appeared.

Locke looked at the passageway, and he could faintly hear a voice familiar to him, Fairbanks saying something angrily.

So, when Locke emerged from this sealed house, Fairbanks, who had his back to him, had not yet noticed his arrival.

The other agents just glanced at them and then turned their heads away, their heads down and going about their own business, apparently not for a moment when they had been poisoned by Fairbanks' language.

There was only one woman comforting and persuading him.

Locke and Demytia stood quietly behind Farbanks watching this, and when he removed the cloak from his head, the agents facing Locke quickly spotted him.

Shocked, they stood up, not forgetting to let the other agents in the room look at Locke. As they were about to salute, Locke waved at them, signaling them not to disturb Fairbanks.

So everyone in the room stood there and watched Fairbanks talk to the woman.

"He killed his own father!! I saw it with my own eyes! This is a shameful betrayal!! ”

"As those in the know, you must assist me in passing this news on to the Grand Commander! Pass it to your commander Locke! Pass it to Ethan Lien! Pass it to Abydis! Pass it to Tairossos! Pass it to all the Silver Hands! Spread the word about the Crusaders! Spread throughout Lordaeron! ”

"I'm going to let that brute know! Consequences of doing so! I'm going to let him live in pain and remorse for the rest of his life!! ”

"I'm going to make him the patricide of all Lordaren!!"

Fairbanks said he was tired, and he gasped for breath rapidly. As soon as Farriel was about to say something, she saw Locke walk out from behind Fairbanks. So, she immediately raised her arm in salute.

"Great Lord! Dina Farriel reports to you! ”

The rest of the room then raised their hands in salute.

Fairbanks, who was resting, grabbed Locke's arm in one hand! His whole body trembled with excitement, and his hands gripping Locke's arm were clenched tightly.

The pain on his skin surprised Locke, knowing that Fairbanks was a priest, and at the moment he was holding his arm's hand, giving him the feeling of being as stubborn as an iron tong!

"Mograini is dead! Locke! He's dead! Death at the hands of Renault! I saw it with my own eyes!! Fairbanks' eyes were red, and he repeated to Locke in a hoarse voice.

"I'll take revenge on the Great Lord, I promise!" Locke could only reply to the agitated Fairbanks, but the latter continued to repeat his words, apparently he was so excited that he had lost his mind.

At this moment, a soft light appeared in this sealed room. Demytia appeared behind Farbanks with a large ball of holy light in her hands, and then she gently pushed forward, and the soft light entered Farbanks's body.

In a matter of seconds, Farbanks became sleepy, and he soon couldn't even stand up. Faryl quickly picked him up and helped him to the only wooden bed he had.

"I.... I can't fall .... I still have.... Envoy.... Fate," Fairbanks' voice had just fallen, and a slight sound of drowsiness sounded in the room.

Locke also saw everyone in this room, and they were all visibly relieved.

"He's been confused by anger," Demetia leaned over to look at him as she walked over to the bed, then turned to the agent in the room and asked, "How long has he been like this?" ”

"It's been a long time." Faryl spread her hands helplessly, "It's been like this since he woke up, he can't listen to anything we say......"

"We found Prosecutor Fairbanks in the Sick Woods, who had just crossed the Plague Mist."

Hearing the report from his subordinates, Locke suddenly remembered that in the game, Fairbanks eventually turned into an undead. He seems to have contracted the plague on his way to the battlefield?

"Prosecutor Demytia, please check to see if Prosecutor Fairbanks is infected with the plague of the undead," Locke's brow furrowed, "Any creature that has been exposed to the plague fog for too long has the potential to be infected with the plague, he ......"

"Great Lord, I don't think that's possible." Faryl hurriedly said, "Before our men could find the prosecutor from the Sick Woods, the Druid Master Lady Rhein helped us. She led us into the woodland to find the Prosecutor and use magic to exorcise the plague that might be present in him. ”

As if to verify Faryl's words, Demetia pressed one hand to Farbanks' chest, and she gently closed her eyes. A soft light emerged from her fingers and burrowed into Fairbanks' body.

This behavior continued for a few minutes, and when Demitea was over, she turned to look at Locke and nodded, "I don't feel any dark magic in him, on the contrary, I feel many traces of natural magic. ”

That's great, Locke's nervousness faded away.

Historically, after witnessing Renault's murder of his father, Fairbanks returned to the Valley of the Hearth in a fit of rage, and was imprisoned by Renault under the name of being infected with the plague after reporting that Renault had failed, and was gradually forgotten by everyone. No one knows what Fairbanks experienced during that dark time. Only know that when he reappeared, he had become an undead, an undead who would use the Light.

Fariel then left with the agents in the room. Only Anderson, Locke, and Demetia were left here.

"Unbelievable," Demetia said, looking at Farbanks on the bed, with some surprise, "that he had escaped from the hands of the Scourge. ”

"This is the arrangement of the Light," said Locke, sitting at the head of Fairbanks' bed, looking at the sleeping old priest, "evil will not be buried by history forever, and those who have committed many crimes will be judged by themselves!" ”

Demetia looked at Fairbanks on the bed in silence, and after a long time, she turned to Locke and asked, "How did you know you could find him there?" At first, I thought he had died at the hands of a natural disaster. ”

Locke smoothed the quilt under Fairbanks' neck, and he turned to look at Demethia and replied solemnly, "I said, if I told you that it was the Light who told me, would you believe it?" ”

Demithia soon laughed, and she nodded, "Of course I do!" For my prophetic energy also comes from the Light. ”

Locke shrugged helplessly, your prophecy may have been given to you by some future fragment of Naru's reflection, and my prophecy ......

Maybe it was an afternoon of sleep, or maybe the anger in his heart was dispelled, and Fairbanks soon woke up.

When he rolled over and sat up from the bed, the first thing he saw was Locke sitting next to the bed. And, a little farther away, Demytia.

"Ugh." Fairbanks didn't rush to say anything, he lowered his head.

"It's a nightmare!" Fairbanks kept shaking his head, "A nightmare that can't be forgotten!" ”

"It's all over, Uncle Fairbanks." Locke also looked at him with some emotion, "It's over, it's going to be over soon." ”

"Well, I can't get by." Fairbanks lowered his head, and as he looked up, he held out his hand to Locke.

In Locke's astonished eyes, Fairbanks said, "Show me the coat of arms I gave you, your father." ”

Locke fumbled in his bag for a while, and found some of the things that Fairbanks had given him when he first joined the Crusaders, including the coat of arms that served as a credential this time, the coat of arms of his father Harvey Sr.

"It's been almost 15 years." Farbanks looked at the coat of arms in his hand, and he rubbed the blank letters of the word 'Mo' that had been hung off with a knife, "Old Harvey will be proud of you." ”

After playing with the coat of arms for a while, Fairbanks said to Locke, "Can you give me this coat of arms?" ”

Looking at Fairbanks' expectant eyes, Locke could only nod. In fact, he really didn't have much of an impression of his cheap daddy.

Hiding the coat of arms in his clothes, Farbanks smiled wryly and shook his head, "Locke, I've seen everything. Evil is happening right in front of me, it's so clear, it's so painful. ”

"And I could only watch as Renault stabbed the Ember Messenger from behind his father. Blood stained the earth, and Mograini fell. ”

Even though Locke knew all this, Locke didn't interrupt him. Now the old pastor needs to talk, and now there is no better listener than himself.

"Well, Mograine is known as the Ember Bringer because he has reduced hundreds of Lich King's minions to ashes. The sword in his hand has become one with him, he has achieved that he has the holy sword in his hand, and he has faith in his heart, even if all the undead legions are lined up in front of Mograini, he will calmly step in, and then wherever he passes, he will leave only the ashes of the enemy's body burned. ”

"Can you understand? Locke? Fairbanks said bitterly to Locke, "Even if it's an undead, you will feel fear when you meet him!" Even if it was a demon, standing in front of him would tremble. However, such a man, who gathered all the positive elements of the human spirit, also fell into the abyss of surprise and despair because of the ruthless betrayal of his own son. ”

Fairbanks was a little incoherent, and from time to time he would reverse what he had said, and it was clear that the incident had hit him too hard.

"I was the first to fall, hit in the back of the head with a blunt object. If I hadn't lost consciousness and looked like a dead man, the Scourge undead would have torn me apart. Luckily I fainted, so they ignored me completely and went all out to deal with the Great Lord. Soon, the corpse of the Scourge undead buried me underneath. I could only feel the weight of my body, and the sound of slashing and fighting, the sound of steel clashing in my ears. ”

Fairbanks was silent for a moment, and he continued in a hoarse voice.

"After I don't know how long, everything fell silent, and I heard the High Lord calling to me, 'Fairbanks! Fairbanks, where are you? Speak when you hear it, Farbanks! He threw down his sword and began to search for my place among the corpses of the undead. ”

"However, a moment before I finally squeezed out the last breath of air in my lungs and shouted out, I saw the most shameless betrayal, the most despicable assassination in the world!" Fairbanks pinched the edge of the wooden bed in his hand, because of the huge force, the wood on the edge of the bed was pinched out of a handprint!

"Yes, I did. The boy picked up the Ashbringer and stabbed his father from behind. My father's last words still linger in my ears: "You! What are you doing?! Renault? Why?! ”