Locke probably knew who he was talking about.

"It's just that we're doing this completely by using Tyran as bait. If the message leaks. Then Tyran is too dangerous, and the demon will probably kill everyone there in a fit of rage. ”

"Why would those who remained in the Valley of the Hearth believe in the Great Crusades of the present or the Great Crusades of the past?" An agent asked the question suspiciously, "Compared with his words and deeds in the past, it is obvious that they are two people." ”

"And, according to our observations. It had been a long time since the Great Crusader had used the Light in public. ”

These words made the people in the room a little puzzled, except for Locke.

Such obvious evidence that the people of Hearthvale can ignore it. They seem to be blinded, and they move forward blindly.

Locke looked at everyone around him, and when he saw Noris, the elven girl from Quel'Thalas came into play.

"In my native Quel'Thalas, our wizards divide demons into many kinds. Among them, there is a demon who is very good at playing with the minds of intelligent beings, and this is what we are facing now. ”

Norris paused, and when all eyes in the room were on her, she continued, "This demon is classified as a very high level of serious danger in my homeland, and its existence can destroy a huge city, or even a kingdom. ”

"How exactly it manipulates the minds of innocent people, the wizards of Quel'Salas have not yet figured out. But the warning I get is that if you encounter such a demon, the best thing to do is to hold on to the beliefs in your heart. Only in this way will it not be corrupted by its pervasive evil. However, this can only allow you not to be deceived in the interruption of time, and if you come into contact with it for a long time, it is a matter of time before it falls. ”

"Unlike us elves, it will be easier for those who believe in the Light to protect against this erosion. The Light is not only a source of strength, but also a valuable source of spiritual protection. But if the believers in the Light are also corrupted by this evil" Norris suddenly stopped her words, she looked at Locke, who smiled and nodded at him. She said with a grim face, "Instead, you will fall into more paranoia and blindness." They will believe in this demonic behavior with deep conviction, and they will unconsciously defend this demon, and make all kinds of reasonable explanations for the demons and their own outrageous behavior. ”

"So"

Locke took Noris's words, "So, no matter how much we say to them, we don't let this demon appear in front of everyone, but they are shocked and convincing!" ”

Everyone in the secret room was silent, this kind of monster beyond everyone's ability is not something that everyone can accept calmly.

Eventually, it was Locke who interrupted the silence.

"Let's carry out all the relevant preparations." Locke clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, "It's just a demon, and the great wizards of Wizarding City will come to our aid." All of our high-ranking priests of the Holy Light Church, as well as several powerful paladins, will come to encircle this demon. ”

"The people who can stand here are people I trust, and I need to tell everyone. The importance of this matter cannot be overstated. It is not an exaggeration to say that it determines the future of our Lordaeron, and I hope that everyone can have a clear mind after every drink. ”

"So, disband."

When everyone dispersed, Locke stopped Fairbanks alone.

Ever since the old priest witnessed Renault's father's murder, the old prosecutor has changed differently than before. There are many dark things, and Locke can communicate with him to a certain extent.

"I think I know who you're talking about."

"Oh?!" Fairbanks' eyebrows furrowed, but quickly let them go. He smiled and said, "You have such a powerful shadow power, it is indeed not difficult to find someone who existed in the past on this land. ”

"Oh, nothing to do with this. I saw him on the way to the last attack on Stratholme. Locke didn't want to say much about his secret power.

"I just think, this thing," Locke muttered.

"Don't tell him about this, do you? I understand what you mean, let Tyran be a decoy, when Tyran is out of the demon's control, the demon will definitely not want the puppet in his hands to get out of control. He's going to make a move on Tyran, and when that time comes, it's our chance. ”

Locke was silent at Fairbanks' explicit statement. That's what he thought, but it's too dangerous for Tyran to do so.

"But if he had known that we were doing this, he would not have agreed to this plan. Even, he would take Tyran out of there directly. ”

"Actually," Farbank paused, looking at Locke calmly, "Tirio should be hiding somewhere in the Valley of the Hearth right now. I told him that Dassault Khan was a demon, but he didn't believe it. ”

"But that doesn't mean he won't protect Tyran in secret, as long as the demon makes a move, I'm sure Tirio, who loves his son, will definitely abandon the illusion he shouldn't have!"

"Will Tirio be in Hearthvale?" Locke asked hesitantly, if he wasn't sure of this, he thought it was best to be cautious about it.

"I believe him, I believe that this old guy must not worry about Tyran, he should not! He must have infiltrated the city. ”

Locke looked at Fairbanks who was saying all this, he didn't know what to say, the old priest had really changed too much.

Perhaps seeing Locke's abnormality, Falbac lowered his head with a smile, and he touched the heraldic ring on his finger that originally belonged to Locke's father, "I was a friend of your father for the first half of my life, and your father exchanged his life for my life. I don't mind doing something against my conscience in these areas. ”

"And!" Fairbanks looked up at Locke solemnly, "It's about Lordaeron's future!" It's about the legacy of the Minethil family! The future of this kingdom is at stake! ”

"I am not the same person I used to be. Now, whatever I can do to shorten the progress of this goal, I will try to do it! ”

"Whatever it is"

Fairbanks squeezed out a slight smile from his face, and although he was reluctant, he patted Locke on the shoulder and said, "Let these things that can't see the light of day, let me fight."

The hand that slapped Locke's shoulder hard, suddenly grabbed Locke's shoulder blades hard, and the trembling hands took a long time to let go, and the old priest stepped back with a serious face, bowed to Locke, and strode out of the secret room.

Looking at the open door, Locke sat wordlessly in his chair

In the castle of the Lords of Fireplace Valley, flickering candlelight bobbles up and down in the dimly lit room.

Tyran sat wearily behind his thick oak desk, his hands constantly running through his long hair tied in his turban, many of the events of the day that he still remembered.

The territory was destroyed by the undead, and the farmland that had just been planted for months was destroyed by the undead; The people of the realm were slaughtered by the undead of the natural calamity; There are also thousands of humans suspected of being infected by the plague of the undead, who were executed by their own people, and the thought of this made Tyran's heart ache faintly!

However, compared to these, Renault's death made him feel a lot of emotion.

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Renault's behavior, it cannot be denied that Renault was still a suitable commander. In terms of leading soldiers and fighting, impeccable

But today he died on the battlefield outside the Hearthvale, and his head has not been found.

Now that Renault is dead, his dissatisfaction with Renault has vanished. The rest is that they have cooperated with each other during this time

Sadly, in order not to shake the morale of the military, at the insistence of the Grand Crusade and Attorney General Ethan Lien, Renault did not even have a brief funeral. After losing his head, he was hurriedly buried on the back mountain.

Is this really the fate of a paladin?

Horse Leather Shroud? Killed on the battlefield? And then buried in obscurity?

"Whew" let out a sigh of relief, and Tyran sat down in his chair with his hands in his arms

It's just that the thick thing on his chest made him can't help but get up and play with it. Soon, several yellowed sheets of paper were carefully pulled out by him.

By the light of the candle, Tyran looked at the letter he had become so familiar with again.

"My dear son, I really want you to know that I love you very much. But I don't have time to tell you, I have to go. That's all I can do for you. ”

"Looking at you asleep, I'm glad that the ruined tower didn't bury me underneath that day."

"I will always keep you in my heart! Son! Your life and your future merits will be my salvation. You will be my pride and hope. ”

"To be a good person, to be a hero."

"Goodbye, my son"

Suddenly! A voice interjected, "What is this?" ”

Tyran's eyes narrowed, and he looked up at the uninvited guest.

"Your father's letter? I heard you keep it with you? Dassault Khan was standing in the shadows that could not be illuminated by candlelight, leaning against the wall, his eyes shining only in the darkness.

"We never talked about Tirio's trial before you were present, mainly because we didn't want to have a bad impact on you." As he spoke, Dassault Khan stepped out of the shadows, he pulled out the chair in front of Tyran's desk and sat down, "I was there, just when the verdict was announced."

Dassault Khan shrugged, "When he rejects the leniency of the court, rejects our salvation." I was more surprised than anyone else. ”

"Just as your father saved the orc, he once again chose to betray us. It's hard to say, but your father deserves to be exiled. ”

Tyran looked at him calmly, and he retorted slightly, "But my father told me here that race is not everything, and that he has seen both noble orcs and the most despicable humans. ”

"Hehe," Dassault Khan tapped his fingers on the table with disdain, "you understand, child, you are a human warrior, you are not an orc. The orc race lives or dies, what does it matter to us humans? That's what your father did, he didn't recognize his identity, that's all! ”

"But it's an honorable thing," Dassault Khan's words made Tyran's face redden, but he couldn't refute it.

"Honor is a ridiculous word. Think about it, swap out the undead who attacked Hearthvale today for orcs. Would you still think about it? Dassault Khan laughed mockingly, "What will the people of your people who died in vain under the attack of the orcs think of your poor and small honor?" ”

"For foreigners, there is no honor to speak of!" Looking at Tylan's slightly angry face, Dassault Khan slowly became serious, "Honor is a quality that only those with noble character should have. Obviously, your father was indeed a man of high moral character, but he deviated from the word honor. He helped an orc, an enemy who caused great harm to us humans! This deformed honor should not exist! ”

"That's why I say he's to blame! Not worth the pity! ”

Tyran's face slowly calmed down, and he looked at Dassault Khan calmly.

"I suggest you don't read this letter, there's something in it that doesn't suit you. Moreover, I am sure that you will not have time to read this letter in the future. ”

Dassault Khan reached out and grabbed the yellowed stack of letter paper in Tyran's hand, but Tyran did not let go, he still looked at Dassault Khan calmly.

"Your father wants you to grow up in the light of the Light and become a hero loved by all, and now, the time has come. We Crusaders can't do without a commander, and Isenlien and I have consulted with it, and we have unanimously decided that you will take Renault's place as the new commander of the Crusaders. ”

"Me?" Tyran smiled, "I'm against screening undead spies in our ranks, I'm against severing contact with Locke, I'm against the wanton execution of civilians suspected of being infected with the undead plague."

"Now, do you still choose me?"

"That's exactly what we're going to tell you," Dassault Khan said with a grimace, "and our previous decisions were indeed a bit too radical, and we're going to have to make appropriate adjustments, but we'll be working through them after you become our commander." ”

"How?"

Tyran hesitated, and slowly let go of his grip on the regular letterhead.

"Very well," Dassault Khan took the letter in satisfaction, a smug smile on his face when Tyran wasn't looking. He continued, "That's it, as long as you look to the future and don't dwell on the past, your potential is limitless." ”

"Listen to me, kid"

"It's useless to keep it!"

With that, Dassault Khan took the stack of letter paper and slowly moved closer to the candle on his desk.

Tyran struggled to watch as Dassault Khan moved, his hands clenched and loosened, clenched and loosened.

Eventually, he lowered his head

The light of the fire soon lit up in the room, shining on the back of a weak bowed head, and the shadow of a man who smiled wildly with teeth and claws