"High Lord, why did you give the task of clearing the western Tirisfal Glades of the Scourge of the undead to those greedy goblins?"

Hudson didn't understand Locke's decision, and for this, Eva would spend nearly 10,000 more gold coins. You know, the boot camp of Iva and the monastery has never stopped operating, training so many recruits not to go out to fight, but to hire a group of goblins to fight.

This kind of decision makes Hudson really difficult to understand.

"General, we have a lot of places where we will soon need the recruits we trained. But not in the Tirisfal Glade," Locke put down the quill in his hand, rubbed his reddened wrist, and stretched back to the seat behind him, "The Cytirisphath Glade has the Agamande's stronghold occupied by the Scourge that needs to be pulled out, but that place is not suitable for our recruits to practice actual combat. Our archmage has never advised to attack there, and it is said that some evil magic hangs over there. ”

"Elsewhere, although there are no large Scourge undead armies, the western Tirisfal Glades are high and densely forested, and we have cleared them once before, but no civilians have been willing to move there to live. I've heard reports from our agents that over there away from our stronghold, some more undead are already starting to converge. This is not good news, they are probably all from the mill town. ”

"These are places that will involve our energy, and instead of dragging our feet, we should leave them to the mercenaries. Let them take care of the Mill Town, and by the way, they will cleanse the Sitirisfal Glades, and then move the refugees inside and outside the Undead Fortress, as well as in Gadar and Brill, to Tranquility. ”

"The land there shouldn't just be a few weeds. They should be our new source of food, we can grow wheat, pumpkins, etc. ”

The offensive against Mill Town, of course, Locke would not say that it was for the money below. After all, in such a large rear, there is a stronghold of the undead natural disaster, as if there is a knife on the back all the time, which is too dangerous. In the past, I didn't have the strength, but now I have the strength compared to before, but the energy is not enough. It's better to spend some money and solve it.

At the very least, they can sacrifice less of the Lordaerons, and the goblins can die for the sake of money anyway, which is why he instructed them to contact the venture capital firm.

Hudson looked at Locke helplessly, he always felt that Locke was too soft-hearted and did not have the temperament of a king to kill decisively. But on the other hand, such a king would not cheat his own people, which made Hudson very happy.

He probably knew Locke's intentions, because Locke had said that the road to the south would be opened. It was not a day or two to send troops into the Hillsbrad Hills.

Not only Locke, but in fact, he was also worried that the lords in the south of the kingdom would have any bad thoughts during the period when the kingdom changed.

In fact, he had seen reports from Locke's agents, and the lords there seemed to have been inextricably linked to the Stormwind Kingdom in the south...

This doesn't bode well, and Stormwind Kingdom needs to be dispelled as soon as possible.

"Come, sit down, General." Locke asked Hudson to sit across from him, he picked up his kettle, poured Hudson a cup of fragrant tea, and asked casually, "What do you think will happen to the Southern Theater under Bridget's raid on Thurbermere in the middle of the Silver Forest?" ”

"I don't think it's a problem." Hudson took the glass of water handed over by Locke, and he took a small sip, "The soldiers of several legions under the jurisdiction of the Southern Theater are all fully armed and well-trained soldiers, fighting this group of undead remnants who are cowering in the ruins on the top of the mountain, and there is no support, I don't think there is any pressure. ”

"Moreover, Commander Bridget also brought dozens of cannons provided by the goblins. You've seen the power of these cannons. And the guns of the largest caliber of the battleship of the second rank at sea were the same, with the help of these cannons. As soon as the shells are finished, I think those undead will be blown to slag. ”

Locke nodded, he asked this to comfort the uneasiness in his heart. What he feared was that it was the first time that Bridget had led a battle of this magnitude. On the one hand, she was afraid that she would make a mistake in command and the army would suffer heavy losses. The southward plan of the Southern Theater of Operations was thwarted. Bridget, on the other hand, is easily hot-headed, and once she's charging up with an army, she's not careful....

Locke's concern was that the history of the place now had nothing in common with the one in his mind.

Anyone can die in battle ....

"What we should be thinking about now is what to do after this war is over." Hudson put down his cup, leaned back in his chair, looked at the huge map of the zone of control on the opposite wall, and motioned for Locke to see where Ambermere and Dalaran were.

"The wizards of Dalaran, they have been urging us to accept the defenses of the southern Silver Pines Forest. Ambermere they don't want to be in custody anymore, I hear they're going to rebuild their wizarding city? ”

Of course, this Locke knew that the letter of the head of Kenrito, the archmage Ronin, who had borrowed money, was still on his desk.

"Don't worry about this for now, at least until our army stabilizes Hillsbrad, they are still responsible for the defense of the south, and their army can't accept our food for nothing."

When there was a surplus of food, Iva began to provide food to Dalaran. As the saying goes, cannibalism is short-lived, and the wizards who didn't want to take care of these mundane things in the first place could not abandon the southern refugees who were sheltered by them.

What's more, the werewolf plague in the south also makes wizards want to stop, and they always want to find out how this magic is formed.

"And what about our northeast?" Hudson looked in the direction of the Undead Barrier and said helplessly, "The Valley of the Hearth has always regarded us as enemies, and this is all the work of that damn demon!" ”

"The question... When we reorganize, I'll go to the wizards to help us out," Locke sighed and picked up Ronin's letter on the table, "It's just that the price is a bit big..."

"Ronin, he wants me 100,000...."

"Great Lord! Something big is going on in the Valley of the Hearth! ”

Before Locke could finish speaking, Claire, an agent who was acting as a herald by Locke's side, rushed in, holding a few parchment rolls in his hand, and said in shock.

"Renaud Mograini is dead! Killed by a besieging Scourge of the Undead outside the city of Hearthvale! ”

Locke sat up with a snort!

He resisted the trembling in his heart and grabbed the parchment that Claire handed over! Open it and look at it carefully, and soon he couldn't help but smile on his face!

"Looks like we have a chance to pull them back into our camp!"

Renault flashed back hours to his father in horror, his trembling hands dropping the hammer he had been holding tightly.

"Father, listen to me, it's not me who wants to do this...."

"It's all coming to an end, my son." A twisted smile appeared on Old Mograine's face, and in front of the already broken Renault, he slowly untied the black cloth from the Ember Messenger.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time," Old Mograini smiled intoxicatingly, his face full of a smile that was about to be avenged, "close your eyes, and it will soon be over." ”

"I will always carry you and keep you by my side...."

Renaud trembled and fell to his knees, and he pleaded, "Please, father, I really can't help it, I don't really want to kill you, I'm bewitched... It was bewitched by the Great Crusader Dassault Khan..."

"No but, my child. The day you kill me, my heart is dead. Old Mograini sneered and raised the Ember Bringer, he aimed the tip of his knife at Renault's neck, "Now, meet your fate..."

"Please don't... No... Whoa—" The screams of horror came to an abrupt end.

Old Mograine picked up Renault's dead head and wrapped it around the black cloth that had been used to wrap the Ember Messenger, and he held it up with one hand and said in a deep voice, "Look, child. Look at the world your father sees now. Accompany your father to feel this eternal sin! ”

As he spoke, old Mograini slowly left the chaotic battlefield, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. And Renault's headless body was thrown to the ground, trampled around by the undead.

The eye-catching Crusader High Commander's robe on his chest was stained red with blood, and it became extremely eye-catching....

On the other side, a group of crusader warriors are fighting bloodily in the encirclement of the undead. They formed small formations to block the attacks of the surrounding undead, completely oblivious to an eerie purple mist rising around them. The mist blocked their view and prevented them from seeing what was happening around them. It wasn't until the wisps of mist gradually dissipated in front of them that they suddenly realized that their Grand Crusader Dassault Khan was spitting blood from his mouth and standing there with his face like hoarfrost.

"It's the Great Crusade! Quick, rescue the Great Crusaders! ”

The soldiers were pleasantly surprised to pull him into their line, and a low-ranking prosecutor in charge of treating the soldiers rushed forward to treat his injuries.

"Great Crusader, these injuries of yours... Can't you treat it yourself? "After diagnosing Dassault Khan's injuries, the young prosecutor was a little surprised, which was nothing at all for a paladin who could use the Holy Light.

Dassault Khan looked down and coughed, dark black blood clots mixed with something else coming out of his mouth

He said intermittently, "Yes... My injuries... I can heal. It's just that... I'm using..."

Dassault Khan raised his head suddenly, his purple pupils aimed at the young prosecutor, and grabbed his neck with one hand! The poor prosecutor didn't even let out a wail, and the flesh and blood on his body quickly aged. until it became skin and bones, and its eye sockets also sank deep into it and turned into a dry corpse!

Sadly, the Crusader soldiers who formed a line around the two of them had not yet noticed what was happening here.....

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