Finally sending Dalyan to the High Lord's side, Bridget followed without saying a word. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey?"

"Hey!"

After a brief greeting, Locke rode on his horse without saying a word and watched the continuous march in the distance.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Bridget tilted her head to look at Locke's side face, "Something about Pamela." What happened to her? ”

"The matter has been settled, and Pamela is free." Afterwards, Locke briefly told Bridget what had happened.

"Poor Pamela, thanks to the Light, she is finally able to sleep peacefully." Bridget's face was relieved.

She lowered her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and whispered, "Thank you Locke, you are a good person." ”

Locke smiled helplessly, I have been issued a good person card recently, but am I really a good person?

As dusk approached, the large ranks of the Crusaders came to an intersection, where a large ruined town stood, at the intersection of the Ten Mile Road.

When Locke arrived with the Fifth Legion, the First Legion, which had arrived early, had already cleared the town of the undead.

"This is the Cowling junction, and it's all about going to the Chapel of Light's Wish and the Hand of Tyre." High Lord Mograini followed Locke, "It's not far from the Chapel of Light's Wish and the Hand of Tyr, and there's a Silver Dawn watchtower to the north of us, so it's safe. ”

"When it comes to camping today, the First Legion will choose to go overnight to the Chapel of Light's Wish, and the Third Legion will go to the Hand of Tyr. I'm stationed at the tower north with the Second Legion, and you'll have to take the Fifth Legion here tonight. High Lord Mograini looked at Locke, and he smiled and said, "This is actually for the people of this region, who need to see that we are strong enough to stabilize the uneasy factors in their hearts. ”

"We'll be stationed in this area for a day or two, and when the Brothers of Silver Dawn and the priests of the Brotherhood of Light are ready, we'll set off for Stratholme. During these days, it is best to let the soldiers clear the surrounding small threats and reassure the population. ”

"How? Is there a problem? ”

"No problem, then our Fifth Legion will be stationed here for the past few days." Locke nodded, and he turned back to Bridget behind him and shouted, "Let our soldiers take over the defense of the town." ”

Soon, the crusader army of tens of thousands dispersed, and they divided into four directions towards different positions.

Surrounded by guards, Locke entered the Cowling Crossing, which was as rotten and dilapidated as all human towns. The streets are littered with traces of the battles that have just been left.

To the north and south of the Kaulin junction, a kilometre-long lake runs past the town. Because of the humid environment, the houses here decay very quickly, so the smell here is a bit strong.

"This rotten smell is on the verge of a problem in my nose," Bridge frowned, as she and Locke stood in the town's little square.

The soldiers are sweeping the ruins of the town, and they may have to live here for the next two days, and the environment will be better and more comfortable.

"Alright then, let's go around the outskirts of town," Locke rubbed his nose a little depressedly, the smell of rotting wood here was indeed very strong, probably because of the lake all around here.

"No, you can go." Brigitte shook her head, she smiled and said, "I can live with it, I need to be with the soldiers, and now, I'm the commander of the Fifth Legion." ”

Locke didn't insist, and he led the guards to the edge of the Cowling junction to check.

In his previous life, he was impressed by the ruins of this town. In order to rush to Stratholme to find a large brush copy, he was killed by the immortals who were free from the skeleton-level undead education in this town, and dragged his corpse out of the town countless times...

And now, it's not as dangerous as it was in the previous life.

Standing on the edge of the town and looking out towards the mushroom grove at the foot of the mountain in the distance, the barren land is now completely polluted, and the plants and animals are beginning to decay and decay. The blighting heat wave brought by the Scourge has changed the vegetation here, making the wild unusually dangerous.

Just as Locke was about to turn away, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a figure emerging from a mushroom grove. He wears a tattered gray-yellow hoodie and holds a white-gold war hammer in his hand.

A survivor with a weapon?

Locke looked at him silently a few times, this guy was really bold enough to dare to enter the mushroom forest alone.

This survivor also saw Locke and the others standing here, and he walked over quickly.

And in the mushroom forest just behind him, a ghoul jumped and chased out of it, and the target was him.

"Be careful!" Locke hurriedly shouted, shouting to the guards around him, "Quick! Go help him! ”

However, the stranger's sophistication was beyond Locke's imagination.

Hearing Locke's warning, he turned sideways to avoid the ghoul's blow, then swung his sledgehammer and slammed it on the ghoul's head, killing it.

Then, after making sure that there was no other threat behind him, the stranger continued to walk.

"Thanks for the reminder, thank you!"

The stranger came to Locke, first glanced at Locke's robe, then looked up to take a closer look at Locke's face.

He looked at Locke a little strangely, which made Locke a little baffled.

"You're a crusader?" The stranger lifted the hood from his head to reveal his true face. He had short gray hair, two thick and long gray eyebrows hanging from his bright eyes, and a thick gray-white beard around his mouth.

Locke felt a little déjà vu for a moment, and he felt as if he had seen this person somewhere. But I've never been here before, and I've never been in contact with a warrior of this age.

"Yes, we are crusaders!" Locke nodded, and he asked rhetorically, "May I ask who you are?" ”

The stranger was in no hurry to return, he pointed to the robe on Locke's chest and said, "You are the paladin of the Silver Hand?" ”

"Yes, I'm a paladin!" Locke nodded again.

"Tyran Fordin, he's here too?!" The stranger's face twitched unnaturally, as if he was suppressing something.

"Yes, he should have gone to the Chapel of Light's Wish." Locke replied while wondering, who is this person?

Suddenly! A name crossed Locke's heart!

Could it be him?!

"Who are you, old Harvey? Child? The stranger scrutinized Locke's face and asked Locke again strangely.

Then he muttered to himself, "No, shouldn't he and his descendants be in the Tirisfal Glades?" ”