"Don't worry about such details," Barry Weswin said with a smile as he looked at the priests across from him, and then took another big bite of the orange in his hand, yellow juice splashing out of his mouth and dripping onto the thick beard on his chin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Priests, do you need it? I can give each of you one. Barry Weswin looked at the clergy with a wicked smile as he bit on an orange.

The priests of the Silver Dawn opposite turned their heads, ignoring the old sailor's rudeness.

Barry Weswin had a triumphant smile on his face, and then he smirked to look at Locke, "The Endless Sea has taught me one thing, and that's to be happy in time. Because you don't know when you're going to return to its embrace, of course, it's not in line with your paladin's code of conduct, maybe you can try to change it? ”

"Alright, Barry Westwin." Wadmar stopped Barry Weswin, the High Lord of the Hand of Tyr, who was still about to speak, looked at Locke with a wry smile and said, "This guy is an old friend of mine, as it always has been, I hope you don't be surprised." ”

"How so," Locke said, his eyes motioning to the Brotherhood of Light opposite, and whispering in Waldemar's ear, "I'm not one of those old-fashioned people on the other side, so don't worry." ”

Just then, a paladin wearing a silver dawn cloak in bright silver armor walked into the hall.

The knight spoke in a clear voice through the room, "Lordaeron guards, let us all stand and salute our Grand Commander, Seidan Dassault Khan, and Baron Maxwell Tyrossos. ”

Amid the standing cheers of those present, Dassault Khan and Baron Tyrossos entered the conference hall together. After they sat down at the front of the table, everyone sat down one after another.

"Defenders of Lordaeron, we are gathered here to save this country at the most dangerous time of the kingdom. Before the meeting begins, let us rise and observe a moment of silence in memory of those who lost their lives in this catastrophe. ”

As soon as the presiding officer finished speaking, everyone got up and lowered their heads and closed their eyes. In the side doors on either side of the church, a number of clergy dressed in the robes of the probationary priests stand in two rows in front of the pulpit. With the playing of musical instruments, they sang songs in praise of the deceased.

When these forms were completely over, the hall fell silent, and everyone waited with bated breath.

"Today we gather here in the name of the Brotherhood of Light. It was also the first time that we Crusaders sat down with Silver Dawn, we are brothers, and our relationship is above all else. ”

The Grand Commander Dassault Khan stood up to speak, first setting the tone of the meeting, without mentioning the Silver Hand.

"Before today's meeting begins, allow me to introduce you to a brave warrior of the Light." Dassault Khan turned his gaze to Locke and motioned for him to stand up.

For a moment, both the bigwigs at the long conference table and the observers sitting on both sides of the table focused on Locke.

Locke was a little surprised for a moment, but quickly adjusted his expression, and he stood up solemnly and saluted everyone around him.

I hadn't discussed this with him in advance.

"I think you already know about his deeds. Yes, he was Rock Harvey, commander of the Southern Theater of Operations in Lordaeron. ”

"Whoa" applause rang out, and Locke had to salute again.

At the same time, Locke's heart was a little surprised, the commander of the southern theater of operations in Lordaeron? Not the commander of the southern theater of operations of the Crusaders?

Or is there some reason for this? Locke's head spun rapidly, trying to figure it out.

Dassault Khan nodded at Locke, and when he sat down, he looked back at everyone in the hall and continued.

"Most of you here are former members of the Knights of the Silver Hand. We've all charged the evil orcs under the banner of the Silver Hand, and we've been able to defeat them and imprison them in the asylum. We have all launched a mortal attack against the undead wreaking havoc on our land under the banner of the Silver Hand, and saved countless people. ”

"However, the flag ended up falling there."

"It was stained red by the blood of countless Stratholmes, and it was obscured by countless souls who wailed and wailed."

The Grand Commander Dassault Khan blushed, pointed to the location in the north with a pained expression, and shouted.

"Stratholme !!"

"This place of shame for our paladins! This was once the fortress of the Knights of the Silver Hand!! Where disaster befell our Knights of the Silver Hand!! ”

"It has deprived the Knights of the Silver Hand of its former glory! It has made the Knights of the Silver Hand disappear completely! It has become a presence in history!! ”

"Now! Our chance for revenge has finally arrived!! ”

"We're going to attack it!! Expel the undead out of the area! Wipe them out!! We will let the souls of the dead who have committed many evil deeds be judged by the Light!! We will let the fallen lord Rivendell be judged by all the people of Lordaeron!! ”

"We're going to tell them!! Evil will be defeated by justice!! And the Silver Hand will be built on the ruins of Stratholme once again!! We will regain our honor!! ”

For a time, the Grand Commander Dasuo Khan was surrounded by warm applause. Among them, the paladins are the most excited, and they can't wait to pat their hands to vent their excitement in their hearts.

Locke also excitedly followed the others to stand up and clapped his hands vigorously.

Yes, where can I find such a good opportunity to rebuild the Knights of the Silver Hand?

If Stratholm can be attacked, it really means that Lordaeron's recovery is no longer far away, and it becomes a question of time. And the leaders who led this attack were all members of the Knights of the Silver Hand, what better way to say it?

Even the idiots of the Council of Nobles would have agreed to retract the orders Alsace had issued.

Dassault Khan panted slightly as he looked at the people in the hall, and the eyes of the big people sitting around him shone with a different kind of light.

When everyone's emotions had calmed down, Baron Tyrosus stood up, looked around and began to speak.

"Brothers and sisters, please relax your emotions now and listen to the rest. We are now faced with an urgent issue that needs to be addressed. ”

Baron Tyrosus's words made the Grand Commander Dassault Khan frown slightly.

Baron Tyrosus felt around him for a moment, pulling out a stack of papers, which he held in his hand and waved them. "This stack of documents in my hand counts the number of people in all settlements above the size of towns in our Eastern Lordaeron region during the peaceful years."

He changed his hand and handed the paper to the Grand Commander Dassault Khan, who looked at it with a frown for a moment before handing it to the High Lord Mograini. The wrinkles on Mograini's forehead instantly increased, and the paper passed to Locke's hand in turn.

Klut, population 40,000.

Atticus, with a population of 30,000.

Butar, with a population of 46,000.

.......

Densely packed with town names one after another, behind each name, are written the number of people who originally lived in the town.

At the end of the count, it is written that Locke has seen the number of people many times, although this number exceeds Locke's expectations.

1.98 million people.

At the same time, Baron Tairosus continued to speak his thoughts on it.

"At its peak, this land once raised 1.98 million Lordaerons, and how many survivors are there today?" Baron Tyrosus looked at Vadmar and asked, "Lord Wadmar, the Hand of Tyr in your territory is currently less than 300,000 people, right?" Is it? ”

"Certainly, there are only 251249," said Lord Waldemar, frowning and rubbing his temples, "but the number is increasing every day, and there will always be civilians coming out of the polluted woodlands and seeking refuge in the city. ”

"Then let's count 300,000 people," Baron Tyrossos nodded, "As one of only two sanctuary cities in the region, the Chapel of the Light's Wish is home to less than 100,000 people, which may be a bit of a lot. ”

"Then 30+10=40, that means that there are nearly 1.5 million natural disaster troops on our land!!"

As soon as Baron Tairosus's words ended, the hall resounded with the sound of human discussions.

They were amazed at this number, although everyone knew that there were many undead, because every time they attacked, they were always overwhelming, but they didn't expect there to be so many!!

Locke understood what Baron Tyrosus meant by these words, and he turned his head to look past the pensive Tyran, and saw the angry General Abydis.

"Brothers and sisters, I was also shocked when I saw that number. The surprise and trepidation in my heart is similar to that of everyone else, but this is the fact that we are facing. Baron Tairosos sighed, he looked up at everyone, "The number of our enemies is dozens of times more than ours. ”

"And now, who can tell me how many of the Scourge armies we've killed in the long time we've had since the Scourge happened?"

The scene was a little cold for a while, everyone looked down and thought, and no one spoke.

"100,000? 200,000? Or 300,000? I'm afraid I didn't even kill enough of the first number. ”

Baron Terosus saw that the heat was almost over, so he came up with his own idea.

"What is the concept of an army of nearly two million undead? Our Silver Hand Paladins, Crusader soldiers, and Silver Dawn soldiers, all combined, with sufficient logistical support, I'm afraid they won't be cleaned up in 1 year! No! At least 2 years or more! ”

"I say all this to tell you that our problems are very serious, and our troops are still seriously insufficient!"