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The merchants, who had been anxious, saw their companions happily gathered around. At the same time, pointing at the maggot, Locke could even see that they were swallowing their saliva.

In the end, Dalyan didn't ask for the meat of the scavengers.

They are not civilians who lack food, and there is no need to eat these maggot meat. Just to satisfy the cravings of eating these things, I can't let go of the pimple in my heart.

The night passed quickly, and the Crusaders continued their goal.

The east side of the Sodoril River is the same as the west side, and the environment here is even worse than that side, so the people here call it the East Plague Land.

On the way eastward across the Sodoril River, the soldiers patrolling along the way were no longer the crusaders in sky-blue robes that Locke was familiar with. Instead, Locke's familiar black and white-trimmed robes depicted a radiant sun.

These soldiers, dressed in silver dawn robes, wore bright silver armor, and their armaments were tattered, and few of them were intact.

"The soldiers of Maxwell, the Silver Dawn dominates the war against the Scourge in this land. Their headquarters are in the Chapel of the Light's Wish. High Lord Mograine smiled and nodded to the silver dawn soldiers who saluted on the side of the road, "These brave soldiers have been working hard to rid this place of the undead. They set up watchtowers along the main road to help civilians passing along the way. ”

Silver Dawn, of course I know.

Locke listened to the introduction of the Great Lord while looking at the weather-beaten soldiers on the side of the road. Each of them wore a mask and hood on his head, and only his exposed eyes were shining, and at this moment they were welcoming the arrival of the brother troops.

If you were to compare the Crusaders to the Silver Dawn. This is the same as the left wing and the right wing of a party, the left wing ideology is slightly more peaceful, and the right wing is more radical.

Obviously, the later Scarlet Crusaders were more aggressive, otherwise Silver Dawn would not have chosen to break away from the Crusaders because of disagreement.

At this stage, both the Crusaders and the Silver Dawn are military organizations under the leadership of the Silver Hand.

Locke has always had a deep grudge against Silver Dawn. Because they are in the game, they are constantly killing the soldiers of the Scarlet Crusaders.

And this is obviously a bit unreasonable with the concept of inconsistency, after all, they are all armies fighting against natural disasters. After breaking away from the Crusaders and the Silver Hands, Late Silver Dawn began to issue a number of missions to destroy the Scarlet Crusaders. What Locke couldn't figure out was, why would the same humans kill each other? The Scarlet Crusaders declared that the Silver Dawn and the Alliance were their allies. But they avoided it, and did not want to be involved with the Scarlet Crusade. This also made the Scarlet Crusaders go further and further down the path of depravity.

Locke shook his head, shaking off the fading thoughts in his head, now was not the time to think about it.

It is uncertain whether this tragedy will happen again, and it has already changed the history of the Crusades in a big way.

Throwing away the distractions in his mind, Locke came back to his senses to find that the Crusaders had come to the bottom of a hill. It was also approaching noon, and the 1st and 2nd Army Corps, which were leading the way, had stopped their advance, and they were gathered around the hills.

Above this hill of the mountain, there is a sentry tower. The watchtower was emitting bright light in all directions, probably due to the influence of the holy light, the surrounding vegetation and vegetation were not affected by the plague, everything was still so lush and lush.

It didn't take long for soldiers to come ahead to deliver the news.

The Grand Commander asked Locke and the Grand Lord to go to the meeting. After Locke explained to Bridget, he followed the High Lord to the watchtower on the hill.

On the road leading to the top of the hill, there were constant barricades set up by the soldiers of the Silver Dawn. The soldiers looked warily at the grass and trees around them, and they all saluted respectfully when they saw Locke and the Great Lord.

"Each watchtower has a Light Generator, which amplifies the Holy Light energy we input into the surrounding air, dispersing the ubiquitous plagues. So that we can fight in this cursed land, and that thing is what the undead want most to destroy. The High Lord explained the source of the light at the top of the mountain.

It dawned on Locke that he had seen the thick light in the game before, and he thought it was strange why a watchtower could emit such a violent light.

It turns out that the roots are here.

The hill was not very high, and in a few minutes they came to the watchtower above. Here, they were received by a Silver Dawn Commander named Karin Redpass.

"Welcome, my lords. Things are a bit bad here, I hope you don't mind. ”

The middle-aged officer, unsurprisingly, was also bald, with a bright head. Since coming to this world, Locke has found that many humans have been given Mediterranean hairstyles since they reached middle age. Locke only hoped that he wouldn't be like this then.

"I hope our arrival won't cause you any trouble." The Grand Lord smiled and gave the commander a military salute in return.

"Oh, trouble? Perhaps. Redpass smiled wryly, "Everything around us is trouble, and if it weren't for the Holy Light above our heads, I don't know if we would have been able to hold on!" ”

Redpass led the way as he walked ahead, beckoning them as he turned back.

"Plague-infected hounds, mutated bats, and so on, these beasts that were once harmless to humans and animals are now ferocious. If that's all there is to it," Redpass sighed, "in the southern jungles, a band of forest trolls have come from Quel'Salas in the north, stealing our supplies and raiding our defenses. ”

"Need our help? We have so many soldiers here now, I believe it should be fine to help you get rid of the trouble. Locke asked him calmly.

"Thank you for your kindness, Commander," Redpass smiled, his sideburns twitching, "those trolls aren't all there. Not only do they fight with us, they also fight against the undead of the Scourge, and their presence keeps the undead of the south out of our place. There are still benefits to keeping them. ”

"Well," Locke nodded, "if you need to, just say." It's rare that we have so many soldiers here. ”

"Yes," Redpass replied with a smile.

"Alright, Grand Commander Dasuo Khan and General Abydis, they are already waiting for you inside." Redpass pointed to the inside of the watchtower, "I'm not going in, I'm going to arrange the surrounding guards, I'm more familiar with the environment here than you." Rest well, Stratholme will see you crusaders! ”

Redpass saluted the two and turned to leave.

The interior of the watchtower is slightly empty, with weapons racks around it and swords on them. In the innermost part, there are stairs leading to the top of the watchtower. Directly in front of the doorway was a large table full of books. Dassault Khan and Abydis were sitting at the table discussing something, and on the other side of the table several high-ranking Crusader procurators were flipping through books.

"At this rate, we'll be in Stratholme in two days."

Locke walked over and pulled out the chair at the table for the High Lord to sit down first, and then he sat next to them and listened to them talk about the problem.

"The soldiers are in very good spirits, we don't have to rest so early today, in fact, we can go further." General Abydis suggested.

Oh? Did you walk half the morning today?

Just when Locke was surprised, Grand Prosecutor Ethan Lion took over, "If we don't stay here, then we are doomed to not make it to the next watchtower today, and we are at risk of camping in the wilderness." Abydis, you know, it's dangerous. ”

"It doesn't matter, sooner or later you can get to Stratholme, don't rush to this time. Let the soldiers rest well and nourish their spirits in order to better exert their combat effectiveness. "Grand Commander Dassault Khan is not in a hurry.

"Alright then," Abidis got up and walked up the stairs inside, "I'll go up and spice up that thing, the light here can't be extinguished, it's our guiding light!" ”

"Actually, there is nothing to say," Dassault Khan continued, looking at the people present, after Abidis had left, "We will rest here today, and from tomorrow we will begin our rapid march, and we will not stop until we reach the next sentry." Let our soldiers be prepared for the fact that when we destroy the base camp of the Scourge here, everything will be much better. ”

"Oh, yes. I have sent to inform the Lord of Wadmar of the Hand of Tyr that he has prepared our food. At that time, we will not stop at the Hand of Tyr and the Chapel of Light's Wish, and will go straight to Stratholme. ”

"No problem, right?" The Grand Commander asked the people in the room.

The others shook their heads.

"Alright, let's disband." After saying that, the Grand Commander took the lead and walked out, followed by the Grand Lord, and only Ethanlien and Fairbanks were left in the watchtower.

"Locke, is it better here than the Tirisfarda Glade there?" Ethan Lien asked Locke with a smile.

This time, because of the importance of the mission, Ethan Lion and Fairbanks also followed the army, after all, they were a few high-ranking priests in the Crusaders.

And now the procurator in charge of the monastery is Locke's woman, Sally Whitemane.

"There's nothing good or bad, Grand Prosecutor," Locke shook his head, "I've only seen a natural disaster destroy everything." And if you want to restore it, I'm afraid it's very difficult. ”

"That's why we hate natural disasters so much." Fairbanks stroked his bald head, and he sighed, "Countless people have died in this catastrophe. ”

For a while, the atmosphere in the watchtower was a little depressing.

"I'll check on how the soldiers are preparing for camp," Locke got up and said goodbye to the two prosecutors, stepping out of the somewhat oppressive environment.

Out of Menlocke sighed, he came to the edge of the hill, looking at the dim patch around him, and his heart was a little heavy.

Countless lives have become brainless and twisted walking corpses, and because of their weakness, they cannot decide their own fate.

And now can you decide your own destiny?

The answer is no, he is not the supreme leader of the crusaders. Putting this aside, even your own will sometimes needs to be discussed with others, is this good or not?