"Hey! Feed! What do you want? ”

Locke's eyes opened blankly, and Tyri was pushing his arm.

"Are you alright? Locke? Tyri looked at the beads of sweat on his forehead strangely, "You don't look very good. ”

Locke reached out for his handkerchief and quickly wiped the sweat off his head, "It's okay, I just thought of something." Where did they go? ”

"What else can be said? Still looking for that Bogle! Tyri and Locke leaned side by side against the wall, looking over with their hands folded, muttering quietly. It's really exciting...."

"I think we're going to go find that Bogle anyway, he might find out what's going on here at Anvina." Carré felt for the lock around his neck, "He might be able to undo this." ”

Touching the stubble on his face, Jorad took Carré's words, "Maybe I know his whereabouts." ”

"Really?" Carré asked, questioningly, "We asked a lot of people in Talenmere, and no one knew him. ”

"I'm sure I know him," Jorad said, standing up and looking solemnly at everyone present, "yes, I've seen him twice, once as an elder with a long beard who looked like a mage. He had also mentioned the sunwell in the mouth of the elven Darkan. ”

"But why are you helping us?" Anvena looked at him warily, "Who are you, as you said to me outside the town?" ”

"Yes, I would like to ask where you came from," said Carré, spreading his hands, "and we know nothing but that you are a paladin, and your name is Jorad Mays. We don't know what you're trying to do and why you're helping us. ”

Jorad didn't rush to retort, he untied the tattered blue cloak behind his back, and then pulled a blue robe out of his armor.

He placed his crumpled robe on the table, gently smoothed out the wrinkles, and then put it around his neck.

The blue double-headed eagle's white robes once again appeared in Locke's eyes.

Silver Hands!

"I used to be a paladin, and I swore to protect Lordaeron, but I failed." Jorad stopped talking, apparently he didn't want to say much about what followed.

"Of all the people in the room, I think he can prove what I said." Jorad pointed to Locke, who was leaning against the wall of the doorway.

He pointed to the robe on his chest and said, "He knows what it means." ”

A silver hand robe with blood still sticking to it, Locke looked at it for a moment and then slowly straightened up. The robes had an inconspicuous coat of arms on it, which only the royals and their minions would wear. In other words, is he a paladin who once owed allegiance to the royal family?

Then he was a member of the Order, or had been. At least, as far as Locke knew, no one would dare to pose as a member of the Silver Hand.

Odd......

Doesn't it mean that all the paladins loyal to the royal family have already died in the battle of Lordaeron? Most of them have become Arthas's new Death Knights.

"Yes, I can confirm what he said," Locke straightened up and strode around the table, "We are the Silver Hand, we have our own identification system, and I can prove that he was a paladin in the past. ”

"And now!"

Locke's last addition brought a slight smile on Jorald's face, but the smile was quickly hidden.

"I'm just trying to make up for something, trust me." Jorad solemnly said, "If the Lich King takes the Sunwell, I don't think anyone will be able to compete with him, and we must stop this." ”

"Sorry, I guess we don't include me in this."

Just as everyone looked at Jorad with scrutinizing eyes, Locke had to speak.

He really didn't want to get involved in this plot, and now that he had Tyri, he didn't want to stay here.

He didn't think that he would be able to resist the impulsive desire in his heart over time, and he didn't want to go against his heart and hurt the women behind him again, so he had to leave.

Only by leaving can this be completely solved.

"How can you say that? We are companions! Anvena stood up in surprise, and looked at Locke beggingly.

"Harvey, I think we still need your help. I hate to admit it, but we can't do without you now," Carré stood up a little awkwardly, and he lifted the lock sleeve under his neck, "With it, my strength is limited, and I can't protect Anvina, or even myself." With Jorald and Tyri alone, I think we're going to have a hard time getting the job done. ”

"Are you really leaving?" Tyri looked at Locke suspiciously, since Locke was fresh from his confusion just now, Tyri clearly realized that this human had alienated her.

"Hey, boy, I think we're going to have a good talk, come with me." Jorad beckoned to Locke and turned to go up to the second floor of the inn.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to look for Jorald," the eyes in the room that looked at him made Locke feel a little guilty, and at the same time... Depressed.

If there hadn't been that fight yesterday, there would have been no problem with him leaving. But now that they've formed a friendship in battle, they might need themselves at this moment, and they're leaving......

Does this count as an escape from battle?

After all, in these few days of getting along, they have changed from strangers to friends in life and death. It's impossible to say that there is no fetters at all.

When Locke appeared on the second floor of the inn, Jorad was leaning against the wall, looking him up and down.

"You're the youngest and highest-ranking paladin I've ever met." Jorad looked at Locke's brand-new robe, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "I don't want you to participate, but you must." ”

"For we are the Silver Hand, because we have all been loyal to Him, and because we have all been indifferent."

"Now is the time for us to atone for our sins." Jorad clenched his fists and looked directly into Locke's gaze, "You probably don't understand what happened, Harvey. ”

"Arthas disbanded us outside Stratholme, yes, that's right. But when Arthas slew King Terenus and killed his people, our Silver Hand was indifferent to the absurd reason of being disbanded, and allowed him to turn Lordaeron into a ruin. ”

"We should have insisted on our beliefs, we should have been fearless of coercion, if we persevered, I don't think this natural disaster that swept the continent would not have happened, and now." Jorald's clenched fists slammed into the wall with a clenching sound.

"This is the time for us to atone for our sins with the Silver Hand, and I want you to join in as a way to wash away our shame and recover what we have lost."

Jorad had a begging look, which surprised Locke, who had not expected his words at all.

For a period of time after the Silver Hand was disbanded again, it completely disarmed itself and let the kingdom of Lordaeron fall.

This seemingly unthinkable situation has indeed happened. The Church of Light has not had the slightest objection to this, and the consequence of this situation is that ordinary armies do not have the resilience and persistence of the Silver Hand in the face of the undead scourge.

The soldiers of the army are afraid of these undead creatures when facing their former family members, those hateful zombies, and this war with the dead is doomed to failure.

Seemingly, Jorald knew something.

"But I have my own mission, and I have to complete it." Locke pondered for a moment and said, "This mission is about the fate of our Lordaeron. ”

"In a hurry?" Jorad asked rhetorically.

Locke shook his head, "It's not urgent, but this matter must be handled by me back, and our internal opinions on this news are not very unanimous." ”

"Is it the High Lord Mograine? Or is there a disagreement among Grand Commander Dasuo Khan? Jorad tried to ask for specific information here.

"No, I can't tell for a while." Locke was reluctant to say more, after all, Jorald himself was not very familiar, and he was not a high-ranking member of the Crusaders.

"Let's go down and ask the two dragons, how are you leaving while you unlock the lock around that Carré's neck?" Jorad thought for a moment and said, "When the time comes, let them take you to the Cathedral of Tirisfa, which will be much quicker than if you had crossed the Alterac Mountains." ”

"Well, well, that's all there is to it."

Locke sighed and agreed to Jorald's offer.

He became more and more out of control of what was going to happen next.