Although it was not the first time that he had stood on the wall of the Undead Fortress, Locke was still in awe of the dwarves' skill, and they perfectly embedded this hundred-meter-long wall into the two mountains.

In this way, anyone who wants to enter Tirisfa through the East Lordaeron region must pass through the gate at his feet, which is only 4 meters wide.

Looking at the sparse civilians below, Locke asked Karamir, "The number of these civilians is far lower than I expected, has anything happened recently?" ”

With his hands in his arms, he leaned against the wall behind him, holding a piece of silverleaf grass in his hand and scraping it left and right on his face.

"In the beginning, there were still quite a lot of civilians, but since the past few days, there have been fewer people." Throwing the silver leaf grass off the wall, Calamir straightened up and said solemnly, "I asked the civilians who ran out of the Hearthvale later, and they said that the crusaders there began to control the civilians of the Hearthdale, and did not let them leave the control area at will. ”

"Moreover, the soldiers we sent out also began to be attacked by the soldiers of the Hearthvale. It's rare, but it's starting to happen. ”

Without saying anything about the attack on the soldiers, Locke said to himself with some confusion, "If these civilians are not let out, where will they get food to feed the civilians in the city?" ”

Karamir didn't know about this, although he was a member of the security service, his current position made him unable to receive information from within the security department.

He stood here bored with Locke, leaning on the wall and watching the caravan below, trying to find a target to relieve his fatigue. Soon, his goal appeared.

A guy who seems to be an adventurer, is urinating on the city wall under the cover of a carriage.... He was not very conspicuous under the cover of the surrounding carriages.

With a wicked smile, Karamir spat at the city, and the foam flew towards his target.

At first, when the thick phlegm flew onto the adventurer's shoulder, he didn't care. When he tucked his stuff into his crotch, he turned his head and noticed something on his shoulder.

Questioning the thing, the adventurer twisted the thick phlegm with his hands. The thick, yellow sputum pulled a long yellow line on the adventurer's fingers.

The adventurer, who looked like a caravan guard, quickly shouted angrily.

There was no one around, so he naturally raised his head. When he looked up and saw Locke and Karamir on the city walls, he stopped talking foul language.

He clearly saw the white fur on the left and right shoulders of Locke, he was not an idiot, he knew what kind of person could not be offended.

Just as he was about to die down, he saw Calamir smiling at him, and he quickly understood something, so he did not hesitate to raise two arms to Karamir, and the two middle fingers on the arms were raised to him.

After not hearing a reply from Karamir for a long time, Locke turned his head and saw that Karamir was there with his middle finger pointing at the city, and he saw the caravan below.

A caravan from the East Lordaeron region? They should be able to provide some information that can be referenced, right?

With this question in mind, Locke said to Calamir, "Go and ask the caravan below what kind of news is available from all over the places in East Lordaeron!" ”

Since its separation from the Crusaders, it has been much more difficult for the Security Service to deliver information in East Lordaeron. In order to solve these problems, Anderson entered the East Lordaeron region with the Ministry of Security. He tried to reopen a new line of intelligence from the existing resources left behind by his head, Noris.

But Locke felt that something must have happened in the East Lordaeron region. Otherwise, the refugees in this area would have flocked to the area!

Karamir greeted the city a few times, and the soldiers guarding below quickly noticed their heads. So Calamir pointed to the adventurer he had spit on, and the soldiers entered the waiting caravan and pulled the adventurer out of it.

It didn't take long for the adventurer and a middle-aged man with a smile on his face to walk up.

"Hello, sir, I am Marcos Weir, the owner of this caravan, and I am a native of Stormgard." The merchant saluted Locke with a smile on his face.

The adventurer with the clawed helmet next to him saluted respectfully, but he looked up at Karamir and gave him a middle finger.

Calamir's smile remained unchanged, and after asking Locke for instructions, he asked the soldiers to leave with the adventurer with him.

The worried, the merchant could only watch as the adventurer was taken far to the other side of the city wall.

"I have something to ask you, Mr. Will."

Locke's words made the merchant immediately turn his head, and he bent down respectfully and asked, "Excuse me, sir, as long as I know, I will know everything." ”

"What's going on in East Lordaeron?" Locke smiled and asked him, "Anything you feel is wrong, just tell me about it." ”

“......”

The merchant was not in a hurry to speak, he thought carefully for a moment, and then looked up at Locke.

"We've come all the way from the Chapel of the Light's Wishes, if there's anything big. Then there is no doubt that the establishment of Silver Dawn is a big deal. And the road doesn't seem to be safe anymore, and the undead are starting to oppress the road again. I saw soldiers patrolling along the way, and every now and then they would fight the undead who entered the area around the main road. ”

The attack of the scourge undead has intensified again? Locke wondered, is this Kel'thugad impatient?

The merchant continued, "When we went to the Chapel of the Light's Wish, there were no Crusaders collecting taxes on the Sodoril Bridge. But when we came back from there this time, you crusaders began to collect taxes there. ”

"But everyone is happy to contribute to the Crusaders, and we are grateful for the protection of the soldiers along the way." The merchant said, checking Locke's expression. "Without the cover of the Crusaders, I think we might all have died at the hands of the undead."

Locke was secretly surprised to hear about the tax collection, and he hurriedly asked. "How much tax did you pay?"

"It's not much.," the merchant subconsciously rubbed the linen jacket on his body, and he said nervously, "20% of the total value of the goods." ”

The merchant's words cleared Locke's doubts, and it turned out that Renault actually started from here! He even chose to collect taxes from merchants to support the people of Hearthvale?!

Isn't he afraid of annoying the Silver Hand members who support him by doing so? This is a violation of the rules among the nobility. If everyone blocks the road and collects tolls, then the trade of this kingdom will be played. If trade is gone, what will be left in this kingdom?

But I have to say, it was a really bold decision. He refused to bow down to himself and admit his mistakes, and this was the only way to make the civilians of Hearthvale live in peace.

When Locke came to his senses, the merchant in front of him was looking at him anxiously. So Locke smiled mildly at him.

"Ha, I'm sorry. Some distracted. ”

"It's okay! Never mind! "Sir," the merchant hurriedly waved his hand, and he said nervously to Locke, "we really support the Crusaders, without whom we would not have been able to get here." ”

It was at this point that Calamir appeared with a smile on his face, rubbing his wrist as he walked. Behind him, the soldiers carried the adventurer in this direction.

Looking at the adventurer with a bruised nose and swollen face, and a horned helmet casually buckled on his head, Locke smiled and asked Karamir, "What are you doing here?" ”

"It's been a long time since I've been active, and there just happened to be a suitable person appearing, so I'll move it." Then Calamir smiled and said to the merchant, "Let my soldier send your escort down, he is very good, very resistant!" ”

"But remember, don't pee on the walls next time! There are toilets everywhere here, don't be as ignorant and savage as an orc! ”

The merchant bowed his head in fear and saluted Karamir, and just as they were about to leave, Locke stopped them. He took a gold coin from his body and gave it to the merchant.

Locke pointed to the adventurer who had fallen into a coma, "This is for him." ”

The merchant bowed to Locke once more, and then left the wall at the urging of the soldiers.

Calamir leaned against the city wall boringly, and he asked a little unwillingly, "Just a bunch of pariahs, big lords." Why give him money? ”

"What's more, that guy is an adventurer, and he can't be soft on this kind of guy who flouts order." As he spoke, Karamir spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the bottom with great skill.

It seems that Karamir has done this no less.

Originally, Locke didn't want to care about this trivial matter at all, but the word untouchable came out of Karamir's mouth, which made Locke feel a little uncomfortable.

The time to enter this world is not broken, and Locke still can't accept this oppression of others sometimes.

As if to see the displeasure on Locke's face, Calamir shrugged and continued, "You're a great nobleman now!" You don't have an actual title, but you control as much land and as many soldiers as the kingdom of Otrak once had! You should have the grace to match your identity, rather than always be kind to those civilians. ”

In order to stick to his theory, Calamir continued, "According to the current situation, I have no surprise that you will become the future king of Lordaeron, High Lord. ”

Locke turned his head to look at him and laughed, it was so good to be a king, so why would Varian hang up.

"As a joke, you just kick them in the ass and they won't say a word. On the contrary, not only will they not wipe the dust off their butt pants, but they will also go home happy. Take your pants off and show them to the people around you. And then said..."

Karamir snorted and lowered his voice to learn the voice of the court attendant, "Look, this is the mark left on me by the future king of Lordaeron. I will pass him on to my son! No! Second son! Maybe he'll get a knighthood by then..."

Locke laughed and slapped Karamir on the shoulder, who immediately bared his teeth.

"It suddenly occurred to me that a fortress commander could not fully reveal your talents." Locke said with a smile.

"Oh!" Karamir's eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked eagerly, "Great Lord, do you have any new instructions?!" ”

"I don't have any instructions, I just think that the Grand Theater that Iva has just built is a good fit for you, and you are suitable to be a great theater actor there." Locke smiled and said, "Show us the story of the big bad wolf, that big bad wolf will definitely suit you very well." ”

"Oh? Is that so?? Karamir immediately pinched his nose and shouted in a fierce voice, "Run, little girl!" ”

Soon the laughter of Locke and Karamir rang out on the city walls.

In a trance, Locke seemed to see his former self, sitting at the computer and watching the big bad wolf running after the little girl in the Karazan Grand Theater on the screen.

It's been a few years in the blink of an eye....

Time flies.