Gray clouds drifted in the hazy sky, and a sparse drizzle fell silently on the land of the Tirisfal glade, but the long-lost drizzle did not soothe the crusader generals gathered outside the monastery hall, and they stood there one by one with their brows on their brows, letting the drizzle wet their cloaks and the double-headed eagle robes on their chests.

Hudson stood quietly outside the hall of the abbey, the drizzle drenching his short gray hair, running down the corners of his eyes and sideburns into the gaps in the scarf around his neck. The drizzle burrowed into the already cold armor and reacted with the soft shirt inside, and the cold and sticky shirt stuck to everyone's body unusually uncomfortable.

The old general didn't care about these details, he looked at the closed door silently, and the complicated light in his eyes showed the concern of the deputy leader of the crusaders in the southern theater.

Ever since returning from the Fortress of the Dead, the High Lord has uncharacteristically locked himself in a confinement chamber deep in the monastery, refusing anyone's requests to meet, locking himself in the prayer chamber without eating or drinking, and even giving an order that shocked everyone!

No one is allowed to approach Him or enter the prayer room! This also includes Bridget standing beside Hudson, as well as Whitemayne in the prayer hall, and Norris, who is quietly guarded by Locke at the door of the prayer room.

What exactly? Let the originally strong Great Lord suddenly fall into decay?

The worry in Hudson's eyes grew.

Yes, he had always thought that there was something about Locke that he had only seen in the former Prince of Arthas.

That kind of strong self-confidence, the confidence in the future between gestures, the strong confidence that the kingdom of Lordaeron can rise again in the future!

This seems to be a light that cannot be concealed, as if in a dark age, there will inevitably be a hero who will hold high the banner and lead the soldiers and the people to continue to move forward!

This is also why, he will go beyond the instructions of the Great Lord Mograini and push him all the way to his current position.

Now Lordaeron, such heroes are needed to drag it out of the quagmire, get it back on its feet, and make those who once violated it pay for it!

However....

This person suddenly lost his self-confidence......

A bright red cape, new armor painted red, and a red band blessed by the Holy Light on his forehead. Bridget stood silently beside Hudson, the main force of the Fifth Army left in the southern theater had completed the change of outfit in advance, as the supreme commander of the southern theater, Bridget naturally could not avoid it.

Bridget didn't care if the armor was red or the traditional silver blue of the Silver Hand, but the man she cared about had locked himself in the innermost part of the monastery.

The otherwise handsome female colonel had a rare way of winding her hair up from her ponytail, her lips tightened, and her face trembled from time to time to prove that she was very dissatisfied with Locke's move. However, the sadness that flashed from time to time in her black pupils made her unable to raise her anger at Locke.

He was so tired.

She stared at the closed door with a grim face, and she fantasized as her eyes passed through the thick wooden door through the layers of obscured rooms and walls.

She imagined that Locke was kneeling on one knee in front of the statue of the Light, praying to the Light from side to side.

Prayer...

Pray that the now divided Crusaders can be reunited, that the future of Lordaeron will be prayed, and that the future of the people of Lordaeron will be prayed.

The rain flowed down the yellow bangs in front of her forehead into her eyes, and a sour feeling rose from her eyes, and for a moment Bridget's spirit was in a trance.

In these dark times, who would have such a clear belief that Lordaeron would stand again in this land ravaged by natural disasters?

Even her father, Abydis the Elder, and the deceased lord Mograini would occasionally reveal their unknowns about the future, and sit silently in the empty living room in the dead of night, staring at the candles on the table.

And what about him?

Step by step, I have followed my own pre-designed path step by step to the present. It took too much effort to do this, and even if it was the misunderstanding of the other generals of the crusaders, he didn't say much, just did what he had to do.

As it turned out, many of what he did were right, and he might be able to save Lordaeron, who was already on the verge of falling into the abyss.

Yes, he was tired.

He alone resisted the hope of Lordaeron's rise, and he always thought of everyone in front of him. And this is precisely the situation that has arisen.

Himself, Whitemayne, and Norris couldn't help him much.

They could only watch him go about all day, and there were some things that they wanted to help, but he didn't want to say. It seemed that he had some kind of secret, but he could not tell them, and the oppressive pain tormented him all the time.

Thinking of this, Bridget wiped the rain from her face, the gnarled linen gloves brushed her face, and the gray sting appeared from her face, ignoring this, she strode forward the steps of the door, and at that moment the thick wooden door opened from the inside.

The moment the wooden door opened, all the Crusader generals outside instantly raised their heads, and they looked at the hands that opened the door with expectant, worried, and serious eyes.

A pair of white hands.

The crowd outside instantly fell into a low position.

"How's Locke? Did he say when he would come out of that place? Bridget's eyes looked straight at Sally.

The latter did not hurry to speak, she looked up at Bridget in front of her, and saw the many crusader generals in the rain behind her.

Hudson, Paul, Fran, Hilo, Olivia.....

Looking at the group of silent or inquiring eyes, Sally calmed down for a moment, and suddenly showed a smile that seemed to come from the bottom of her heart.

The smile washed away the gloom from everyone's hearts, and it seemed that the entire Tirisfal Glade had come alive because of this smile.

"The Great Lord has only had some doubts in the practice of the path of the Holy Light. For this reason he shut himself up in the prayer room, and now he is going to return to us...."

"Is this really? Grand Prosecutor?! ”

"Holy Light, thank you for your protection of Lord Harvey...."

The restlessness and joy of the crowd below interrupted Sally's words for a moment, and Sally looked at the cheering soldiers and officers below with a smile like a spring breeze, and did not continue until they regained their composure.

"The Great Lord asked me to tell you...."

The officers regained their spirits, and they stood upright, listening to Sally's commands.

"It won't take long for everyone to return to their own defense zone and pacify their soldiers. He will celebrate with you when our new crusade is formed. ”

"It's his assurance..."

With a satisfactory answer, the many officers gathered here quickly left. However, those who knew Locke, the earliest officers from the Fifth Legion, such as Hudson, Fran, etc., looked at Sally at the top seriously, and there was no movement in their steps.

Even among them, some people wondered, did she imprison the Great Lord?

The atmosphere was a little cold for a while, just when the smile on Sally's face was about to stiffen. The expression on Hudson's face softened a little, and with Hudson leading the way, they bowed to Sally, and then they also left the place.

Hudson strode toward the stables outside the convent, his head uncharacteristically clear.

Obviously, she will not imprison the Great Lord.

Don't talk about her position as a prosecutor, just talk about her identity, and she won't betray the big lord. And she had no reason to betray.

But.

Hudson stopped, and he glanced back at Sally, who was still standing at the door, looking at her, the still somewhat immature girl who was obviously not completely hiding the anxiety on her face.

This is clearly not a good sign.

Is something really wrong with the Great Lord?

But Hudson could only suppress the uneasiness in his heart, now that the Great Lord was gone, he had to take care of all the current control areas for the Great Lord.

Otherwise....

Shaking his head and driving the bad thoughts out of his mind, the old general resolutely walked forward!

Everyone left, and there was only one woman left in sight. But Sally let out a sigh of relief, and then she quickly lowered her head in frustration, not caring for Bridget standing across from her.

"I'm sorry...."Sally kept shaking her head down, her white hair mixed with blonde hair being thrown out of the bishop's headdress.

"I couldn't wake him up, he fell into some kind of deep thought...."

"His spirit seems to have left his body, and his soul seems to be on an aimless journey...."

"He ....."

"Far away? Hum! Where can he go? Bridget snorted coldly, "Is he still him without us?" ”

These words made Sally stunned, and she instantly raised her head and looked at the calm Bridget in front of her in a daze.

"As I said, a Locke without us is an incomplete Locke. He will not be willing to leave us. Bridget sneered on her face, "He'll be back, I promise!" ”

"But I've exhausted all my magic skills...."Before Sally could finish speaking, Bridget interrupted her with a wave of her hand, "Treating him requires unconventional means, and he's not a man who gives up halfway." ”

"Here are the things he wants to change, the people he cares about, and the causes he cares about. It's all his fetters here. ”

As she spoke, Brigittera opened the wooden door and walked in, a calm voice with some suppressed emotion passed from the inside to Sally outside.

"Let's go, let's go and summon this farward traveler who is trying to abandon us!"