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Last night's revelry crowd slowly appeared in the lobby of the hotel to eat.

Beside him, the sound of pulling a chair startled Locke, and Scarface sat down.

Scarface squeezed next to Locke and asked for a few steaks, asking Locke as he ate.

"Commander, you dance very well, I once saw it on a Night Elf, but there are some differences with him, but I have to say, Commander, you are much better than him."

"Thank you" Although Locke said that his face was expressionless, his heart was beautiful, and he couldn't help but think that people should like to perform, right?

"When are we going to join the Crusaders?" There were still traces of blood sticking to the medium-cooked meat steak, and Scarface was desperately dragging with the teeth at the corners of his mouth, tearing his hands hard.

It's barbaric.

"I saw the crusader recruiters, right in the little square outside the town hall."

"But only a handful of people can meet their requirements, and they even want women."

Scarface was a little dismissive, but the movement of his hands was not slow at all, and he wiped his hands with the hem of his clothes.

Alas, the new clothes I bought, Locke couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmph, what can a woman do! Maybe the legs of the undead are scared when they see it, and how can they fight. ”

"You can't say that." Locke retorted.

"Almost every one of us in Lordaeron has experienced the suffering of this undead scourge, those women may not have been able to protect their homes before, but this crusade has given a chance, will those women who have lost their families miss this opportunity?"

"Aren't the famous female heroes in history amazing?"

"Say whatever you want, my lord, those heroes are a minority, and more are those inexperienced civilian women, who just don't tremble when they go to battle."

Scarface Mario makes no secret of his contempt for women.

This guy is still a machismo, Locke couldn't help but smile in his heart.

"As for joining the Crusaders, don't be in a hurry, there will be news in a few days."

Locke raised his head, drank the last milk in the cup in one gulp, and then said calmly.

"Well, you're my head now, listen to you."

Scarface shrugged his shoulders.

"So what now?"

"Take advantage of these few days to rest, maybe you won't be so idle in a few days."

Locke couldn't help but think about what happened in the future, if he went up the mountain and went to the Crusaders, some things would be out of his control.

For the next few days, Locke and Scarface ate and drank in Gadar, and so on for a few days. Soon, a messenger from the monastery of Ethanlien arrived.

"Mr. Locke, is Mr. Locke here?"

Hughes's knock sounded outside Locke's rented room.

"Yes, what's the matter? Hughes? Locke lay on the bed, his legs crossed on the bedside table, and looked at it with a copy of Lordaeron history in his hand.

"There's a crusader messenger coming out there to see you, Mr. Locke." Hughes explained.

"Oh!? Here it comes? Locke hurriedly put down the book, retracted his legs and jumped out of bed.

"Wait a minute, Hughes, wait for me to clean up, and I'll be right away."

Locke packed his personal belongings, and after going up this time, I'm afraid he won't be able to have such a leisure time like these days.

"Call Mr. Mario for me, ask him to pack his belongings, wait for me in the lobby of the hotel, and check out by the way, Hughes, we're leaving."

"Yes, sir."

Soon, the two of them, dressed in full clothes, gathered in the lobby of the hotel.

"Are you ready?" Locke asked Scarface, who was standing nearby.

Scarface returned to his usual indifference, and he nodded, signaling that he was ready.

Locke took a breath and strode towards the outside of the inn.

Outside the door, at the door of the inn, a High Elf in Crusader silver armor and blue robes stood by his warhorse.

"She's so beautiful."

"Nonsense! Don't see that? She's a fairy."

"It's the High Elves! Do you want to see those purple-skinned old witches of the Night Elves? ”

Some idle people next to him stood in the distance and watched, and their mouths kept talking.

High Elves are rare, especially since their prince Kael'thas broke away from the Alliance, most of the High Elves have left, and only a few have remained.

The High Elves who remained chose to join the Crusaders to avenge the murder of their people who had been killed by Arthas's attack on Silvermoon City.

The High Elf was clearly accustomed to the greedy and lustful gaze of the humans around her, and she was reassuring herself wiping her warhorse.

"Hello, I'm Rock Harvey, from Tranquility." Locke bowed his respects.

"Hello, human, my name is Norris Morningstar, messenger of the Crusaders, on the orders of the High Lord Mograine, to take you and your men to the monastery, if nothing else, please leave with me as soon as possible, and try to get to the monastery before dark."

Norris Morningstar turned to face Locke, her long golden eyebrows twitching, and the two blue eyes under her eyebrows looked at Locke nonchalantly.

For elves, the long life makes them ignore other races, especially the short decades of human life, for them is just a snap of a finger.

But as High Elves, they are no longer immortal. But even so, a thousand years of lifespan is long enough for humans.

"Okay, let me prepare."

"Please hurry, we don't have much time." High Elf Norris Morningstar turned, brushing the fur off her warhorse.

Locke pulled Scarface aside.

"Do you know how to ride a horse?"

Scarface looked up at him, the expression of an idiot.

"As a reserve knight of the Knights of the Silver Hand, you even asked me if I could ride a horse?"

"Okay, I'll give you the money to buy two horses." Locke didn't talk nonsense to him, and directly handed him a bag with almost 200 gold coins in it.

Scarface took the money and weighed it for a moment, then turned to leave, walking towards the market.

Locke was muttering secretly in his heart, he can't ride a horse, and the system hasn't said anything about riding, what can he do for a while?

Just then, the innkeeper, Thras Stull, and the hostess, Demitina Quinn, burst out of the bar.

"Mr. Locke, are you leaving? Are you going to join the Crusaders? The proprietress Therase wore a blue dress, and her plump body curves showed along the edges of the dress.

"Yes, Thrass, we're leaving, thank you for your recent hospitality." Locke bowed and thanked him.

"Don't thank me, after all, you spent money, didn't you?" Thrass blinked and mischievously electrocuted Locke, then she looked disappointed.

"It's a pity that I don't have the opportunity to learn dance with you anymore."

Locke lowered his head and blushed slightly, he was not his usual self that night.

Thrass suddenly stepped forward and gently hugged Locke, her plump body pressed against Locke's body.

Locke suddenly remained motionless as if petrified.

"Don't think about it, it's a hug between friends." Sensing Locke's nervousness, Therras rested her head on Locke's shoulder and whispered in his ear.

Then she pulled away.

"I really hope you can stay, then my inn will be very good."

Therath chuckled and looked at Locke's flushed face.

Behind him, there was a sudden sound of horses, and Locke turned his head to look, and Scarface restrained the two horses and walked over from the market.

"Well, it's time to separate."

Therath stroked the bangs in front of her forehead and said to him.

"I wish you a nice trip."

Demitina on the side also came with a big hug and drilled into Locke's arms.

"Let me lie down a little longer, handsome."

Then Demitina slowly left Locke's embrace.

"May the Light bless you."

Then she straightened Locke's chest clothes.

Behind him, the High Elf Norris Morningstar leaned boredly on the side of the war horse, looked at the farewell scene in front of him, and said softly.

"It's boring, it's not going to war, it's really sentimental human beings."

Then she shouted again.

"Please hurry, Mr. Locke, we're running out of time."

Locke smiled apologetically at her.

"Goodbye, then, beautiful young ladies, and may the Light be with you."

Locke nodded at Therath and Demytina, and the two bowed to him.

Then he took a deep breath, turned to Scarface's side, grabbed the reins of a war horse, and suddenly his body slammed, and then he pulled the reins and turned over and sat on the horse's back.

Next to him, Scarface also rode his warhorse.

Norris Morningstar tugged at the reins, and the horse raised its front legs high in place, and then its hind legs spun around in place, completing the U-turn.

There were some people's whistles around.

This hand is beautifully played.

On horseback, Norris Morningstar waited for Locke's words without incident.

At this time, Gillam Ale scurried out of the hotel.

"Hey! Boy, why didn't you tell me when you left? Dwarf Jiram said angrily.

"Sorry, time is urgent." Locke said apologetically.

"Well, who will talk to me after you're gone? And then buy me alcohol to drink?? Oh! No, it's drinking together. Giram Ale hurriedly changed his words.

"All right, boy. Now that you've decided, be careful, the undead aren't easy to mess with, especially those necromancers. Giram Ale said solemnly.

"Okay." Locke bowed to them on horseback.

Then he waved the whip in his hand, slapped it on the horse's back, and shouted.

"Goodbye then!"

The horse under its crotch neighed and galloped into the distance.

"Go all the way!"

"Have a safe trip, Mr. Locke"

"May the Light bless you, Locke"

The blessings of Gillam, Thras, and Demitina came from afar, and Locke couldn't help but grasp the reins in his hand.

Crusader I'm coming!