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Scarface and Millers also leave, and they return to the ruins of Gallen's town to continue cleaning up the remnants of the undead scourge within.

"Now you can talk about it." The High Lord turned to look at Locke, "Why did you leave this gnolls behind?" Tell us what you think. ”

"This Gnoll Grayskin, his natural spells can help us grow crops." Locke looked at Scarface and Millers as they walked away, explaining his reasons to the High Lord.

"Moreover, this gnolloll can also help us heal the wounded, and now is the time for us Lordaeron and the Scourge undead to fight, and anything that can increase our strength should be put to good use."

The High Lord nodded, then continued, "So, what would those Great Druids of the Druid Council think if they found out about this?" Will they contradict us? That's what worries me right now. ”

I'm afraid that's not a problem, is it? Just because you can use druid spells doesn't mean you're a druid.

"With all due respect, High Lord, your mind has reached a dead end, you know the strength of the Druid Order, but you don't know that not just any creature that uses natural spells will be recognized by them, let alone a robber creature like the Gnoll?"

"Taking a step back, even if the Druid Council did recognize this gnolf as a member of their organization, they would not tolerate him doing evil among humans, and they would not have made any enemies of us Lordaeron because of such a gnoll druid." Locke explained.

It turns out that the big lord is worried about this? This is unnecessary, and if the druids do, then Locke will have to wonder which idiot is leading the current Druid Council.

Oh? But now it seems like the Deer Helm is leading the druids, right? Malfurion is still in the Emerald Dream Realm, right?

Then there are some problems, presumably the deer helmet may not care about these, right?

Anyway, the gnolla wants to atone for the mistakes he has made.

"We will lock him up for two days, polish his character, then observe him, and finally release him to serve our crusaders, and it will be his atonement."

Locke suggested to the High Lord.

"Alright then, as you say, I hope the druids don't care."

In the end, the Great Lord still compromised, after all, the position of the station was different, and the angle of considering the problem was also different.

The battle is over.

When the final battle damage was reported to the High Lord, the Great Lord's face twitched visibly.

Locke stepped forward, and the Grand Lord handed him the battle damage report from the guards.

"In this battle, about 20,000 natural disasters were destroyed, and the Second Legion suffered more than 1,000 casualties, including 643 lightly wounded, 21 seriously wounded, and 235 killed," Locke read softly.

"145 people have been infected with the plague of natural disasters!!" Locke couldn't help but raise his voice. Then he continued.

"Lieutenant Hals of Company A Squadron A was killed! Captain D Company Ross was killed in battle! Lieutenant Sass of Squadron B of Company E was killed in battle..."

After that, Locke didn't continue to read. Many mid-level and low-level officers died in battle, and most of them have their names underneath.

There is no doubt that the Crusaders were great, as were the officers and soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the sake of Lordaeron's future, who withstood the onslaught of more than 20,000 undead with their flesh and blood.

This is remarkable because the Second Legion only had more than 3,000 soldiers involved in the battle, so each soldier basically had to deal with 7 undead Scourge soldiers, which was a remarkable number in the Cold Weapon Age.

Perhaps it was because there was no way back in the battle against these undead that the Second Legion held out and finally won the victory, which was not easy to come by, and the Second Legion was directly reduced by a quarter.

The Second Army needs to return to Gadar to recuperate.

Locke handed the battle report to the guards behind him, and the Grand Lord Mograini was silent, and the atmosphere became serious for a while.

"Let's go, let's go see the soldiers infected with the plague first." The Great Lord said in a blank tone, and he followed the guidance of the guards towards the town.

Locke sighed as well and followed behind the Great Lord.

The plague must have come from the red balls of flesh fired by the meat grinder, and Locke remembered that when the balls exploded, some green smoke came out, and they even killed the surrounding undead directly.

Locke had done a lot of research on the plagues of natural disasters, and he had not looked up much information in his previous life, and he was wondering why these plagues spread so quickly.

The Scourge Plague, a terrible magical plague created by the Lich King's minions, cannot be banished by Holy Light spells, and those who fall for this plague will eventually become walking dead and controlled by the Lich King.

The Scourge Plague actually directly kills some of the infected with poor physique, and continues to corrupt some of the creatures with stronger physique to decay their bodies until they become soldiers of the Lich King completely.

Corrupting a small number of people with quite good physique and talents, these corrosions often cannot cause direct damage to their bodies, and the deeper level is the invasion of spiritual corrosion, because the plague can establish a spiritual wave channel between the Lich King and the victim, and there are very few people in the world who can resist the will of the Lich King, and as the door opens wider and wider, it is only a matter of time before they are controlled.

But both have one thing in common, that is, they eventually die and become soldiers under the Lich King, and the difference is a matter of their own abilities after death.

But if the people in the plague are strong, then these plagues can't cause effective damage, like the level of the high lord Mograine, unless he dies, or the plague can't play a role at all when he is alive.

It can be said that the fate of these soldiers infected with the plague of natural disasters is already sealed, and no one can save their lives.

This is also where the great lord's heart aches, and it is also where Locke is unhappy.

These soldiers did not die at the hands of the Scourge, but now they are going to die like this.

Alas.

Soon they came to the small square in the middle of the town, which had been cleared, and the square was full of the 145 soldiers infected with the plague, their armor and weapons had been removed, they were sitting on the ground in their shirts and shirts, some were sobbing quietly, some were sighing, some were talking to the soldiers around them, and some were lying on the stones, holding pen and paper in their hands, writing quickly.

Some of their bodies had begun to change, and the exposed parts of their bodies that had come into contact with the plague had begun to turn black and rot, but only a few hours had passed.

They were gathered in the middle of the square, isolated from each other, and they were guarded by soldiers in full uniform, more guards than guards.

The High Lord and Locke approached, and the soldiers were in a commotion, and they tried to surround them, but were blocked by a priestess.

"You can't go over, soldiers, I'm sure you also know the severity of this plague, just look at me!" The priest smiled wryly and stopped their way as she took off her gloves, and on her fingers, the flesh began to rot and blacken, and began to fall downward.

It is clear that this priest is also infected.

"Do you want to infect the High Lord? I just accidentally came across these plagues, and now it's like this. The priestess said with a complicated expression.

"Pastor Falar! Are you also infected? The High Lord's voice trembled as he quickened his pace to enter the infected soldiers.

"Stop! Great Lord, you really feel sorry for us, then don't come! Don't make us feel bad! ”

Did this female priest named Farlar drink the big lord, the big lord looked at these people with a complicated face, these people are all his soldiers!

They followed themselves to fight the Scourge Legion, and now they are going to fall into this fate?!

The High Lord, Mograini, then stood firm, and he resolutely walked into the soldiers who were surrounded in the middle of the square.

Locke also followed behind the Great Lord with mixed feelings.

Locke didn't know if he would be infected with the plague, but the High Lord Mograini would definitely not be infected with the plague, but the High Lord didn't know! He walked in resolutely, exposing himself to the plague.

Ask yourself, Locke, can you do it? This is where Locke's own mixed feelings lie, and at the same time he understands why the prestige of the High Lord is so high.

"You stop! Turn around and go back! The High Lord suddenly turned around and stopped in front of Locke.

"Huh? What the!? Locke looked at the Great Lord in surprise.

"Kid, you don't have to come in, I'll do this, trust me." The Great Lord patted Locke on the shoulder, and under his thick yellow eyebrows, his brown eyes looked at him with concern.

"I'm old, kid." The Grand Lord Mograini said with some emotion, "But you are still young, and the future of the Crusaders and the Silver Hand depends on you, go back and stand over there." ”

Locke's heart suddenly became uncomfortable, his throat was a little choked, his eyes began to be a little sour, and Locke just wanted to cry.

This stubborn old man! Why do you want to look like this!

"They are all soldiers who followed me to death, I can't just watch them leave, I have to go in and see them off." As if reading through Locke's thoughts, the Grand Lord explained.

"Obedient, child, go back." The High Lord gently pushed Locke back, then motioned for the guards to pull Locke out.

The guards carried Locke back, and Locke could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, the corners of his eyes were moist, and the tears blurred his sockets and flowed down the corners of his eyes.

The Grand Lord, Mograini, stepped into the isolation of the small square.

"Mograini! What an idiot you're in! The priestess Farrar covered her face and wept, the priest looked to be thirty-six or seventeen years old, wearing a white priest's robe, and the crusader's robe on his chest was held high.

"Falar, don't be sad. As an old comrade-in-arms for many years, if it were you, you would do the same. The High Lord comforted her.

"Don't come near me!" The priestess warned with tears in her eyes, holding a small dagger to her throat in her hand, and the Grand Lord had to stop.

The surrounding soldiers also surrounded them, but they tacitly did not stand by the side of the big lord, they were a few meters away from the big lord, as long as the big lord came over, they would retreat, and the big lord had no choice but to stand.

"Great Lord, you really don't have to be like this!" Apparently the soldier had just overheard his conversation with Locke, a leading lieutenant said.