At dusk, Locke reached the town of Gadar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Following the road on the outskirts of the town, Locke came to the garrison of the Fifth Legion, where two guards in Crusader armor were guarding the gate.

Locke drove the lightning over.

"Colonel, this is where the Fifth Army is stationed! You will not be able to enter, or you will show your ID. A recruit with a halberd blocked Locke's path, and he said with a blank face.

Another recruit from the guard also approached, and the two stopped him.

Apparently they didn't know Locke.

The news was announced this morning, and they don't know themselves yet.

Locke rolled over and got off Lightning's back, and he walked to the door to take a look at the station.

This was once the station of the Gadar Reserve Corps, and to put it bluntly, the Fifth Army Corps was established on the basis of the soldiers of the Gadar Reserve Corps, but the non-commissioned officers and officers of the main corps were transferred.

Unlike other kingdoms, all Reserve Legion soldiers have received more than half a year of military training in the monastery, and when the soldiers of the Reserve Legion finish their training, they will return to their towns and continue their lives, or join the local garrison.

The town of Gadarcheng had only been established for less than a year, which meant that the soldiers had just finished their training, which was good news for Locke.

With the most basic training, all that remains is that one battle after another is needed to hone their will and bloodiness.

When the soldier guarding the door saw that Locke did not speak, but looked at the door, he shouted again.

"This colonel, this is where the Fifth Army is stationed, if you really want to go in and have a look, please show your ID and let us see." The soldier urged again.

Locke pulled his letter of appointment from his body and handed it to him.

The soldier looked at him suspiciously, then opened the letter of appointment, and soon his face turned red.

"I'm sorry, Legionnaire! I didn't know it was you, and we just received the order this morning, we—" The soldier said with a wry smile at the other soldier. "I don't know you."

"It's okay, on the contrary, I want to praise you." Locke said to them with a smile. "You are very responsible, this is the case with guarding the gate of the barracks, no one is allowed to enter without documents, no matter who it is."

At this moment, perhaps hearing the commotion at the entrance of the barracks, a sergeant walked out of the barracks.

The sergeant didn't look very old, in his twenties.

He saw Locke's face and suddenly became excited, and went straight to Locke's side and began to salute the report.

"Sergeant Hubbard Sawyer, Guards Company of the Fifth Legion, report to the Commander!"

Locke returned the salute and praised the guards.

"The soldiers did a very good job, and I'm very happy."

No, the commanders of the Fifth Legion were all stopped outside the door of the Fifth Legion camp.

The sergeant looked embarrassed, not knowing whether the corps commander was praising them or mocking them.

"What I said is true." Looking at the sergeant's expression, Locke said seriously, "Sergeant Hubbard, guarding the gate of the barracks must be like this, otherwise the consequences of mixing our enemies in the barracks will be unimaginable." ”

"Yes! Commander, we'll keep going. A smile appeared on Sgt. Hubbard's face.

"Alright, I'm in, you guys keep guarding."

Locke led his horse into the barracks.

"Our legion leader is so young? All right? A soldier asked Hubbard, his captain, after Locke had walked away.

"Do you think it's okay?" Sergeant Hubbard turned his head to look at him in surprise, "The Legion Commander is a brave soldier who has killed several times from the pile of the dead. He's very strong, he's a powerful paladin, and you're asking him if he's okay? Do you know what paladins mean to the undead? That's the killer of the undead! He can kill thousands of undead with a single outburst! ”

"Okay Captain, I was wrong." The soldier simply apologized, "It's just that the corps commander looks too young." ”

In front of the barracks gate was a high wall, which blocked the scene in the barracks, and Locke led the lightning around the wall, and everything in the barracks suddenly became clear.

There was a vast training ground, with rows of neat wooden houses on the left and right, each of which was tens of meters long, with doors in front and back, and Locke approached the wooden houses to observe. There were neat rows of wooden beds inside, and he counted them, and there were 25 wooden beds in one room, as if they were one unit.

This is true for a few houses that you just walked by.

In the squares directly opposite the houses on the left and right, there were many wooden dummies erected, with mottled sword cuts on them, densely packed. One after the other, there were hundreds of training dummies on the entire training ground.

Locke continued to walk inside, and he found a small church directly opposite, where some soldiers were coming and going.

At the back of the church are a series of houses that look like warehouses, large and small, but now empty.

Locke led the lightning bolt to the stable, and at the door of the stable, a soldier respectfully took the reins from his hand.

The soldier didn't say much, and didn't seem to know Locke, but that didn't stop him from knowing the robes and armor of Locke's senior officers, and Locke handed over the lightning bolt and turned and walked to the church, where he wanted to find someone to ask who was in charge of the situation now.

Walking through the empty barracks, Locke couldn't help but fantasize about the scene a few days later, with the crowds of soldiers training here, and that was when the Fifth Army began.

Locke walked into the chapel, where dozens of soldiers were kneeling on futons, praying to the light. On the pulpit, a balding middle-aged pastor was looking at the holy deed in his hand, and his mouth was silent.

The church was solemn and empty, and Locke withdrew and waited at the door of the church.

At this moment, the middle-aged pastor in the church walked out, and he looked at Locke with a smile.

"You must be the Legion Commander." The middle-aged priest had a thick layer of sideburns on his face, and on his chin, the beard was almost a foot long. "I'm Ziegler Graham, the chaplain of the Fifth Legion, and the Legion Commander may call me Graham or Ziegler."

"The soldiers of the Fifth Legion will not arrive until two days after tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to come here so early, Commander of the Legion."

Locke couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, in fact, I didn't want to come so early, but there was a nasty guy at home.

Pastor Graham continued. "I'll take you to your room."

"Then I'll trouble you, Reverend Graham." Locke thanked him.

These chaplains were the lifesavers of the soldiers on the battlefield, not only could they use the Holy Light to heal the soldiers, but they also had a good first aid skill, and Locke saw their skillful skills when he was in Gallon.

As a result, the soldiers also respected the chaplains who accompanied them, and Locke was no exception.

Following in the footsteps of the priest, Locke moved around the Norte barracks, and along the way, the Rev. Graham continued to introduce Locke to the functions of these buildings.

Soon, Locke was taken to a wooden house, and the Reverend Graham pushed open the door and led Locke inside.

The house was simply furnished, with only a wooden bed, a small cabinet with a few candles at the head of the bed, and a small table against the wall opposite the bed with a tea set on it, and a fireplace next to the table, and an unlit donkey fire.

"Legion Commander, you will stay here for the time being tonight, the other rooms have not been cleaned up, and there has been no one living here for a while." Pastor Graham said apologetically.

"It's okay, I came too early." Locke waved his hand to indicate that it didn't matter.

"Then I won't bother the Legion Commander." Pastor Graham prepares to leave, "Oh, yes! ”

He paused and patted his head.

"After dark, dinner in the small restaurant behind the church. Of course, the food may not be to the taste, and the Legionnaire can also go to the town of Gadar to solve it. ”

"Okay, I'll go back if needed. Thank you, Pastor Graham. ”

Locke nodded, and watched Reverend Graham leave.

He turned and walked into the cabin, which was dimly lit, far less than the big house at the top of the hill.

Locke took out the flint and steel and lit the fire, and a glimmer of fire appeared on the flint, which was quickly extinguished again. Locke shook his head and continued to tap.

These flints are covered with an unknown layer of grease that ignites the grease at the moment of impact that ignites the grease for a short time, but enough to ignite what needs to be ignited.

Soon the flame was lit again, and Locke lit it on the candle, and the inside of the wooden house suddenly lit up.

Locke put away the flint and lay down on the bed.

Thinking back to the promotion ceremony in the morning, and remembering what Baron Tyrossos had said about the situation in the east, and about the situation of the later forsaken, Locke felt that he should be able to take a bigger step now, or rather set himself up in advance.

If the Fifth Legion wasn't a recruit now, I'm afraid the Crusaders would be gathering all their forces today to besiege the Undercity, right?

From a purely human point of view, there is really no need for the Forsaken to exist, they are already dead, so why bother to compete with humans for space to survive?

And the existence of the forgotten is also unreasonable, violating the law of birth, old age, sickness and death, dead is dead, why get up from the cemetery? Even if you don't want to get up, you shouldn't stand on human territory.

On the other hand, think about it from the perspective of the Forsaken, these Forsaken are also humans and other races who were killed by the Scourge Spirits in their lifetimes, and their hatred for the Scourge Spirits is incompatible, and the value of their existence is for revenge! For revenge on the Scourge Legion!

Occupying the ruins of Lordaeron and digging up the Undercity is also to better survive and accumulate the power of revenge.

That's right.

But as a human, Locke's ass certainly can't sit crookedly.

Besides, why did the Forsaken develop the plague? And it's not authentic to experiment with humans, right? In the future, you will massacre the immigrants of Nanhai Town for the sake of your race, turning them into the Forsaken, is that unreasonable?

After all, when people die, they die, and they should be buried in the ground.

In the game, perhaps I'll support you forsaken undead, vengeful undead. However, in this real world, your existence is unreasonable, and the occupation of human territory is even more unreasonable!

So, if it does, I'll do my best, I'm sorry, Queen Xi.

Or?

Can it be resolved later through negotiations?