"Archmage Olivia, can you please cast a spell here to block out sound?" Shiloh didn't rush to say, she first asked Olivia's opinion,

Olivia nodded, and she waved the staff made of Sam's trunk in her hand, and the blue gem at the tip of the staff emitted an imperceptible glow. A layer of transparent light enveloped the crowd.

"A new pattern for our crusaders is about to emerge."

Shiloh glanced at everyone around him and saw that they were all looking at him, Shiloh continued, "As the Grand Prosecutor of the Southern Theater, I probably know more than you. High Lord Mograini was the only one who could make Lord Harvey do his bidding, and he is now dead. ”

"As you saw just now, Grand Lord Harvey is not satisfied with the order of our headquarters to screen the undead. He even said something about the ......" Because it involved sensitive places, Shiloh closed his mouth at the right time and filtered out the words.

"In short, what I want to express is that there is no containment from the High Lord Mograini. No one knows how our Harvey Grand Lord will react. The abolition of the Directives of the Grand Commander Da Sohan and the Attorney General, Lord Ethanlien, is undoubtedly an act of defiance of military orders. ”

"Without the cushion of the High Lord Mograini, I think this contradiction will eventually ignite the connection between us and the headquarters." Maybe it was because of these things that shouldn't be said that Shiloh let go a lot. She stared at Hudson's face for a moment, then focused on Bridget, who had been looking in the direction of City Hall.

"Strictly speaking, we all belong to the private army under the command of Lord Harvey, but in the name of Crusaders. Everything we have, food, clothing, and shelter, is given by the private property of the Grand Lord Harvey," Shiloh swept the expressions of everyone around him, who did not object to his claim. As if he hadn't heard his words, Hudson was looking down to straighten his shirt on his chest.

"We, under the leadership of Lord Harvey, laid down the Silver Pine Forest, developed it, and gave birth to a new great city like the one we have beneath our feet, Eva!"

"Under the leadership of Lord Harvey, we are cultivating farmland, digging minerals, and defending my borders. We export logistics to the entire crusaders, we give them food, we give them armaments and ordnance, we give them everything they want! ”

"But now, that might all be changing." Shiloh turned his head to look in the direction of the town hall, "The Instructions that Grand Lord Harvey insisted on canceling are bound to persist in our Crusader Headquarters. I'm the Grand Prosecutor of the Crusaders, and I know very well how the Prosecutors will react to this. In the same way, I know the attitude of Grand Conductor Dassault Han, and Attorney General Ethanlien on this matter. ”

"We! And them! Shiloh pointed in the direction of the northern Fireplace Valley and said in a resolute tone, "There will definitely be a conflict!" ”

"So, make your choice." A smile appeared on Shiloh's face, "If you don't want to step into this strife, then exit the Southern Theater." ”

Unlike the others, Bridget didn't want to hear about standing in line, and in fact she didn't need to stand in line. She appeared here to be Locke's deputy, all for Locke.

What's more, her father, the great general Abidis, would definitely be on the side of the crusaders.

And she was also very disgusted that someone would say such a thing at this juncture.

The crusade was in the midst of great calamity, and every man of conscience should find a way to reunite and restore Lordaeron's glory, rather than walking among the high-ranking officials of the Southern Theater of Operations.

But this person is still the ideological leader of this area, the grand prosecutor!!

This really made her a little hard to accept.

Shouldn't serving the Light be distracted? Could it be that profit is more important than the Light, more than one's own lifelong faith?

Shouldn't being a believer in the Light be pure?

And these things in line, Bridget has seen a lot since she was a child, but she is still very disgusted. Even if they are on the side of their own men.

With her own idea of holy light, after glancing at Shiloh in disgust, Bridget turned and walked out of the entire soundproof enclosure.

Out of the soundproof cover, Brigitte found that the sound of destruction in the town hall had disappeared, and with the idea of caring for Locke, Bridge slowly walked inside.

All the tables, chairs and benches in the town hall were violently destroyed, and one by one they were smashed on the thick wall of the east side of the town hall, turning into piles of firewood sticks scattered on the ground.

Bridget shifted her gaze to see Locke crouching on the steps next to the main seat of the town hall with his head in his hands.

The blood on his right hand was still flowing downward, in his hair, on his armor.

Looking at Locke curled up there, Bridget felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, he was like a child who had lost a loved one, licking his wounds there alone.

Who would have thought, who would have seen, that this is the performance of a great lord who can influence the future direction of Lordaeron?

Suppressing the thoughts in her heart, Bridget walked quickly to Locke's side. She half-knelt on the ground and pulled out a roll of wool bandages from her body.

With great difficulty, she moved Locke's right hand down, and when she saw that the white bones could already be seen on Locke's bloody right palm, her tears still flowed.

"You're so stupid?!"

Ignoring her tears, she placed the bandage in her arms, and the golden light on her left hand was aimed at the wound on Locke's hand.

Although the bloody flesh of the wound healed rapidly under the influence of the Light. But on the once rough palm, there is still a big scar.

Bridget sniffed her nose, trying to keep her tears from flowing, wrapping the wool bandage in her hand around Locke's hand layer by layer.

In the process, Locke was at her mercy, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

When the bandages were tied, Bridget sat down next to Locke, who she tried to pull into her arms. However, what she didn't expect was that the latter stubbornly sat there and did not move.

Bridgett wiped away her tears, and she sniffed and looked at Locke.

"You know what? Bridget. Locke looked at the devastated town hall with a look of extreme decadence on his face, "I had a chance to change all this, change what is going to happen or is going to happen." But I didn't do that, I let power blind me, and my fear of the unknown made me give up doing it. ”

"I didn't think it was going to happen so fast, so quickly. I always want to lay everything out and face him again, and then dismantle him. However, fate has repeatedly played tricks on me, keeping what I want to fight for away from me. ”

Locke turned to look at Bridget, who noticed that there was no blood on Locke's face, and that he looked as if he had a serious illness.

Don't you have a clear mind? All started talking nonsense?

"No, you're not wrong!"

Nervous, Bridget used all her strength to pull Locke closer to her arms, and she kept ** Locke's hair and kissed his forehead. She sniffed her nose and comforted Locke in a deep, nasal voice, "You've done a good job, you've liberated half of the Silver Pine Forest, you've rescued so many civilians, and they're living peacefully under your protection. ”

"You're not wrong!"