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Locke walked over to one of the guards standing guard and observed her, the soldier also looked to be in his early twenties, and the corners of her eyes were red as if they had not rested, and Locke could tell her exhaustion in her pale blue eyes.

The female soldier blinked her eyes and looked at Major Locke, who was looking directly at her, with a little admiration and shyness.

"Good work!" Locke's deep voice came out of his mouth.

He reached out and straightened the blue Crusader recruit robe around her neck for the female soldier in front of him.

The female soldier's face turned red when she rubbed it, and she looked away a little uncomfortably, but it didn't stop Locke's action, and in the corner of the female soldier's eyes, tears flowed down in the places that Locke didn't notice. It slowly flowed into the soldier's hair behind the earlobe.

Locke took two steps back and looked at her, only to see her red eyes and tears, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Hayley, don't cry, okay? I have the impression that you are a lively and cheerful soldier, the soldier who dreams of being a paladin. She's so hopeful. ”

Looking at her with tears in her eyes, looking at her intently at Hayley, Locke smiled and comforted her.

When she was on the road from Gallon to Gadar with Scarface, she was stopped by their sentry team, and Scarface was still guarded by her.

The young girl at the beginning has now become a disciplined soldier, and Locke can no longer see the shadow of the lively and cheerful girl in her.

"Major, people change, don't they?" Hayley snorted. "Just like you, you're now a member of the Crusaders, and you've become my commander."

"What about your captain? What about Sergeant Sandra?" Locke asked, changing the subject.

Hayley took a deep breath, her body trembling a little.

"The captain is gone! The corporal is also gone! All of them are gone! They're for Lordaeron—" Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him tenaciously at Locke, "They gave up their lives for Lordaeron's future!" ”

Tears in Hayley's eyes slid down her face and neck like beads of broken thread, some falling onto the bright silver armor, others down her face and into her neck.

Looking at the stubborn girl in front of him, Locke sighed, reached for his backpack, and after a long time, he took out a piece of linen from it, which he used to wipe his face a long time ago.

Locke handed Hayley the linen towel, and Hayley looked at him with her mouth strained, her eyes red and tears streaming uncontrollably.

Locke handed his towel again, but this time Hayley threw herself into Locke's arms and cried bitterly.

Locke stiffened, and he stood motionless, allowing Hayley in his arms to cry bitterly.

"Dead! They're all dead! Father is dead! Mom is dead! My brothers and sisters are dead! Now the captain is dead! The corporal is also dead! They're all dead! Teammates are dead! That's all Hayley left! ”

Hayley was crying in Locke's arms, and the other guard standing guard next to him stood motionless as if he were air, and Locke could clearly see the deep tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Alas," Locke sighed, his stiff hands slowly stroking Hayley's back, caressing her back.

The girl warrior in her arms cried even harder, holding back too many grievances in her heart to confide in others, Locke could even think of the impact of this war against the natural disaster on her, but through this battle, she quickly grew into a qualified crusader veteran.

Locke looked up at the gray sky of the Tirisfard glades, and he gently hugged the girl in his arms, soothing her.

War is so cruel, there are no prisoners in this war, either you die or I die, it is a battle between the living and the dead, there is no room for compromise on both sides.

However, too many soldiers like Hayley, who were civilians in Lordaeron before joining the Crusaders, may be attacked by the Scourge in the next moment, so that their families are ruined and displaced, and they join the Crusaders in their determination to avenge their loved ones, but after a battle, their comrades who train and live together fall down again.

This kind of impact has made these newly recruited soldiers suppress a lot of negative emotions, they need to vent, they need to confide, and they need someone to be their audience!

However, there is no such thing as a person in charge of this area within the Crusaders, and it is not enough for the soldiers to pray to the Light in the prayer room, they need a professional counselor to guide them out of their hearts.

Otherwise, in the not-too-distant future, it will be a hidden bomb, and the many villains on the continent of Azeroth who play with emotions will happily use this to cause trouble for the Crusaders.

Alas.

But! This is a change in the current rules!

This is not just a matter that can be solved by believing in the Light and being good with one heart, it requires psychological counseling.

Will others listen to me? Will these pastors who have prayed for decades listen? Apparently not. They would not accept a young paladin to train them on how to dispel the doubts in the minds of their soldiers.

I need autonomy!

Do I really need to have autonomy as soon as possible?

Will all the ambitions in my heart be fulfilled one by one? Do you want to do it? Is it possible?

This may also be an unknown.

However, doing what is in front of you is the most important thing at the moment.

After a long time, the girl soldier in her arms finally vented the negative emotions in her heart, she left Locke's embrace, and a large puddle of water appeared on the robe of the senior commander of the crusade on Locke's chest.

Sobing, she took the linen towel from Locke's hand and began to carefully approach Locke, trying to wipe the water from his chest.

Locke stopped her. "Hayley, let the past pass, we Lordaeron are not a nation that can be easily defeated, we are not only alive for us, we are also alive for those dead comrades-in-arms and relatives! We will carry on their legacy and fight tenaciously! We..."

Hayley raised her head embarrassedly, her face was blushing, in her pale blue eyes, Locke's figure occupied all the places, he was so radiant! The way he speaks is so charming! He's so strong! On Locke's body, the holy light emitted a faint light, shining on the man, and for a moment, Hayley was deeply attracted by this scene, and a throbbing from the depths of her heart plucked the girl's heartstrings.

She watched Locke speak in a daze.

In her heart, a renewed hope rose up, hope was so menacing, she longed for revenge on the Scourge Legion, for her loved ones, for her comrades, and for Major Locke in front of her.

Hayley lowered her head again, and she clenched the linen towel in her hand tightly.

Locke patted her lightly on the shoulder, and then walked into the house where the Great Lord was resting.

And Hayley Lucis, a young soldier who has just joined the Crusader for more than half a year, has set her goal for the first time, which is to take revenge on the natural disaster!

Her face turned red, and she looked down at the linen towel in her hand, and she was also for him.

For the first time, a gentle smile appeared on her face, and the smile was so intoxicating that she looked up, her red ponytail flicking.

I'll try to keep up with you! I swear!

Inside, a small simple table was placed in the middle of the house, on which were several wooden teacups, one of which was emitting white smoke, and it was evident that the water had not been there for long.

At the other end of the house, by the window, a rudimentary camp bed was placed, on which the Grand Lord, Mograine, was asleep.

Not far from his head, a large handful of Ningshen flowers was placed on a teacup, which should not be made by male soldiers, and these hairy guys would not have thought of this.

The fragrance of the tranquil flowers in the house wafted, and Locke's originally dull head became a little more sober.

Locke moved a small wooden stool and sat at the head of the Great Lord's bed, and he looked at the old man in front of him, the venerable Great Lord.

The Grand Lord Mograini was already 46 years old, and some of the original golden hair on his head had turned white, and countless white strands appeared on his temples as if overnight, and there were two more wrinkles on his forehead, and there was only one yesterday.

He had become haggard, and his ruddy face had turned gray.

He was sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.

Heartache can only be healed slowly through time, and the Great Lord hopes that you will persevere.

I can feel the feeling of being haggard, let alone an old man like you, you are really a strong old man! Why should you be reckless if you can't do it!

Dig strong old man!

Great Lord, I hope you can sleep this night, and you can recover tomorrow, I know that this kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can endure.

The loss of an old friend, the loss of a confidante, and the loss of a subordinate are devastating, but you can't fall, if you fall, how can you avenge them?! They don't let you go just because they want you to stick around! Avenge them!

You are the banner of the Crusaders, what if you fall Lordaeron? What about the contradictions within the Silver Hand?

And also...

I need you, High Lord. I don't know what to do to restore order to such a large legion, and I don't know if the officers will listen to my orders without you.

And we are facing a lot of problems, what should I do?!

As a deputy commander, I was just too incompetent.

Will you rise up and teach me?

"Alas" Locke sighed again, he looked at the Great Lord who was asleep and didn't know when he would wake up, and said silently in his heart.

O old man! Geezer!

You must cheer up!

Locke lowered his head, his hands propped up on his head.

His eyes began to fight up and down, and there was no rest for a day and a night.

Locke straightened up, his hands moving.

Suddenly, he thought of the letters in his backpack and couldn't help but take them out and read them again.

He looked at the letter in his hand.

The stack of letters is like a living soldier who tells them about their past.

Locke flipped through the top one and looked at it.

Dear Pamela,

Tomorrow we will have one of the most important battles since our departure in Gallon. My dear, I am afraid that this will be the last letter I will write to you.

The undead soldiers of the Scourge are tireless, and we are only flesh and blood after all. I'm afraid I'll fall in the war with the undead. But fear not, even if I am inevitably dead, there is still hope for the Lordaeron Alliance.

The Light will triumph!

My dear, I am relieved to know that these black demons have failed, and my last thoughts will not be overshadowed by the fear of death.

I set out, toward the embrace of the Light.

I will hold you one last time in my heart for ultimate peace.

Christopher

A young soldier's last letter, Locke gently closed the letter in his hand.

At the moment, he missed Sally Whitemane so much.

"Sally," Locke muttered as he looked at the air in confusion.

"I will hold you in my arms one last time in my heart to get the ultimate peace!"