As the night wore on, the noisy Iva gradually calmed down.

I don't know when the wind stopped, and the snowflakes fell like goose feathers, piling up on the treetops, the ground, and the houses. Once again, the city has entered the season of snow.

The deserted streets were silent, with the occasional sound of snow crushing dead branches in the treetops.

In the middle of the night, even the magic lanterns that dotted the streets began to flicker.

Suddenly, there was a sound at the end of the street, which appeared and disappeared. It seems that someone is struggling to move forward in this cold weather.

The sound was closer, and the creaking of the snow being trampled down by gravity gradually became clearer. The sound of armor grinding began to echo through the streets.

It is a group of soldiers dressed in red thick wool cloaks, and inside their cloaks, the armor originally made of steel has been transformed into leather armor. Obviously, this is an effective measure to keep warm during the cold winter months.

It's just that their uniforms are all red. Even the white and blue on the chest, which used to represent the theme color of Lordaeron, has become white and red.

For those new to the city, they will always regard the garrison soldiers patrolling the streets as the adjudicators of the Church of Light.

This is clearly not true.

In the Southern Theater, the Crusaders, led by the Fifth Legion, have now mostly changed to red armor. This was a change made in response to the orders of their current Supreme Commander, High Lord Rock Harvey.

In a few days, even the name of their army will change.

At that time, they will be completely disassociated with the Crusaders outside the undead fortress. This includes the Silver Dawn, led by Baron Tairossos at the Silver Dawn.

The Crusaders, once behemoths, will also be completely divided.

Just as a new sapling grows again on a decaying tree, an old era is coming to an end, and a new future awaits the people of the world.

"I said, Come to me, guard. Your grown-up's boots are broken, don't you think they deserve their rightful treatment? ”

In the ranks of soldiers on patrol, a soldier is learning to speak vividly. Although he was still panting for breath because of the snow.

"And then? Brad, you're not going to help that sissy get his boots, are you? A soldier asked.

"Of course not!" Resolutely rejecting the speculation of others, the soldier named Brad casually grabbed the cloak behind him and wiped his frozen red nose with them.

He grinned and said, "I was standing guard, my duty was not told me, and I had to lift his boots." Although he is said to be a chief, who made him an elf? ”

"And then?"

"And then?" A cloudy white mist erupted from Brad's mouth, and he spread his hands casually, "I'm a guard, not his babysitter, how can I pay attention to his demeanor at all times?" ”

"Then you're not afraid of offending him?" A soldier said maliciously, "Those elves are all treasures around the Great Lord......

"Then earn my respect!" Brad rubbed his nose and said nonchalantly, "I don't see anything about him worthy of my respect." ”

"Besides, he's only a half-elf, not far from us, don't you see that his ears are much smaller than the other elves?"

"He's just a smash seed who can't get along in the elven kingdom, so why should we treat them differently?"

Brad's words caused the rest of the group to talk.

"Shut up!" The veteran soldier at the head stopped, he looked back sternly at the people in the ranks, "Isn't it possible that there will be fresh bread to eat right away, and you can't control your mouths?" ”

"Head, we're just joking, whining by the way. That's all," Brad said nonchalantly, spitting on the snow next to him, "just kidding, livening up the atmosphere." ”

The others echoed Brad, which made the veteran's brow furrow.

Without any other movement, the veteran made his way through the guards in front of him and made his way to Brad, who seemed to realize that something was wrong, and he began to try to avoid the captain's piercing gaze.

However, he was pressed to his shoulders by the captain's iron pincer-like hands, and he was firmly held in place.

"Do you think it's an honorable thing to smear other people behind their backs? Do you think it's really funny? The veteran's suppressed voice kept ringing in the ranks, "No, I don't think so!" You're doing this in addition to making people think you're just a clever piece of trash! Idiot! Outside of the stupid pig! What else can be remembered? ”

"Do you think you're wiser than Lord Harvey? You idiot! Maggots! Rats in the granary! The veteran's nose was almost on the soldier's face, and he cursed loudly, and the foaming star sprayed Brad in the face! You haven't even been on the battlefield! How dare you arrange a foreigner who fights for the kingdom at will?! ”

The veteran walked angrily as he spoke, pushing Brad all the way to the nearby bulletin board, and Brad was already on the verge of crying.

"Can I understand that? Well? As a Lordaeron, you're not as good as a half-elf?! You might as well be a smashing seed? So what are you? Stinky gourd, yes? ”

"You!" Looking at Brad's weeping face, the veteran turned to all of them and said, "All of you! You're just a bunch of garbage waiting to die in the back! The hounds fighting the undead on the front lines are 10,000 times stronger than you! You are not eligible! Nor can an elf who fights for us Lordaeron humans! ”

"You just need to know! This is Lordaeron! Not the kingdom of the elves, Quel'Salas! This is the land we live in! ”

In the face of the captain's sudden anger, everyone else was dumbfounded, and no one dared to speak.

"Don't use your brains like the toilet bowl that didn't fall out overnight to speculate on the High Lord's decisions!" The veteran spat at the side and looked at the group of recruits viciously, "Put yourself in the right position, you are just a group of soldiers!" All you need to do is! ”

"Obey! Obey! Obey again! Until he fell on the blood-covered earth!! ”

The quarrel that occurred in the patrol team ended like this, and no one dared to disobey the captain's decision. It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders.

The veteran glanced around, and everyone else lowered their heads or turned their heads to the side, and no one dared to meet his gaze. Finally he turned his gaze to Brad, the poor lad sobbing on his bows.

"I can forgive your ignorance, but I hope you don't say such things in the future. Anyone with a little brain knows what the Great Lord is doing this for, don't let other people's words fool you. As he spoke, the veteran took out a cloth from himself and handed it to him, "Wipe away your tears, you know, Miss Cironai is waiting for us in front, don't let us be ashamed." ”

Hearing the captain's words, the poor fellow quickly took the towel from the captain's hand and wiped his tears vigorously.

After a short while, the patrol began to move forward again.

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The patrol should have passed by their doorstep ten minutes ago, but now there is no sign of it. Shirna was a little strange, but she wasn't in a hurry.

After all, the Lake neighborhood is a residential area close to the center of Eva City, and most of the people living here are people who work for the city and want to have a stable order, so the safety here has always been one of the best in Eva City.

At this moment, she was standing at the door of her wooden house with a cloth bag, constantly bouncing around with the help of the mechanical lights at the door.

Ah, it's so cold.

Watching the snowflakes fall under his roof, piling up higher and higher, Shirna tucked the bag under her armpit and rubbed her frozen red hands vigorously.

She didn't have to wait too long, but the patrol in the Lake neighborhood still appeared in her sight.

Shirnay took one last breath of heat into her hands, pulled up the hood behind her and put it over her head, and tightened her linen coat hard before rushing to the side of the road waiting for the approaching patrol.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, for keeping you waiting." The captain bowed apologetically to Hirnai, who said embarrassedly, "The snow covers the road, which adds a bit of time to our patrols. ”

"It's okay Captain Mordo," Shirna hurriedly handed him the tightly bound cloth bag, "Well, I've added some extra peppers to the bread today, which will ease you up a bit." ”

Captain Mordo handed the bag to the soldiers behind him, and then watched them happily divide the bread in the bag.

Soon, the fragrant malt smell wafted through the team, and a trace of pungent sensation also spread in the team. Some of the soldiers coughed, but they ate more happily.

Looking at this group of wolf-eating soldiers, Shirna couldn't help but say distressedly, "Eat slowly, I still have bread at home, well, there are a lot of them." ”

Most of the recruits are between the ages of 16 and 18, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are children. Shirna knew that the food in their barracks was not bad, and that meat was guaranteed at every meal. However, the barracks does not offer supper after dinner, and bread is not served until dawn at the end of their patrols.

But the children were still growing, and this time of night was when they were at their hungries.

Moldor looked at the wolf-spitting young men with sweet and sour tastes in his heart, and he couldn't help but say to Shirnai, "Alas, thank you, ma'am, my soldiers and I thank you for taking care of us this year. ”

"Don't be so polite, you're the guardians of our Lake neighborhood, and this little help is nothing."

The captain sighed and didn't say anything more, but Hirna saw that under the captain's full head of white hair, something that looked like tears crossed the corners of his eyes.

They... Before the war... Maybe not separated from their parents yet.

Hilna bit her lip, and she couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Now, she began to wonder if the carefree life she had used to be just a fantasy existed in her mind.

Bidding farewell to the patrol, Shirnay returned to the house with the empty bag, and in the living room on the first floor, the white gas was still rising from the pot, and the smell of malt was wafting through the room.

But to her surprise, a rickety figure was sitting in a chair in the living room, looking at the thick book in his hand in the candlelight.

Shirna's depressed mood suddenly improved, and she excitedly said to the figure, "When did you come back?" Archbishop! ”