The situation of the Alliance Legion slipped in the worst direction, and the epidemic reached the point where it could not be concealed, and there were rumors that the officers had died of illness after three days of fever, and some priests had also contracted the disease.

Tulayan knew that it was not a message, that several officers had already died of illness in the barracks, and that the priest who cared for them had also contracted the disease. What's even more terrifying is that 2,000 to 3,000 soldiers have died of illness one after another, and he doesn't know how many of them are, because no one counts them.

"Huh! Did anyone get together? ”

The sound of a crowd talking was heard by Tulayan. Then the discussion grew louder and louder, and then the barracks roared like boiling water on a stove with the lid open.

"Something big is happening," Tulayan realized badly.

"Get out of the way, for the sake of our comrades-in-arms in the past, don't let us draw our swords"

"No one can leave the camp without a warrant from the Duke."

"Everyone listens that we can't stay in the barracks anymore, we can't just die in vain, let's go."

Hundreds of soldiers were about to crowd out of the barracks, and the gendarmes guarding the gate also hugged the gate of the barracks. People on both sides, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, no one took a step back.

It was a stalemate for a while.

"The cavalry is coming!" I don't know who shouted.

In the barracks, except for the wind and snow, the horses' hooves, all the creatures that made sounds were silent. The gendarmerie guarding the door only felt that the force of the squeezing suddenly became smaller, but the indescribable sense of depression was instantly enveloped, staring at the soldiers who were about to leave the camp and swallowing saliva again and again, and pinching the unsheathed hilt of the sword with one hand.

The cavalry rushed to the gate of the barracks, and the commander gave an order, and the cavalry circled the soldiers who were about to leave.

"Drop your weapons all and get on your knees! Otherwise, it will be punished as rebellion. ”

The surrounded soldiers were nervous in a circle, but no one laid down their arms.

"Draw your sword," said the commander of the cavalry.

"Stop," Tulayan shouted, pushing away the crowd and walking into the encirclement: "No one is allowed to do anything." ”

But the cavalry was all the army of the nobility, and no one listened to him. The cavalry commander was expressionless, his hand waved forward, and the horses gradually narrowed the encirclement in small steps under the manipulation.

"Say it again, throw away your weapons and get on your knees!"

"The little cub wants us to surrender, it's not that easy! Anti-riding. ”

The group of soldiers raised their large shields, mounted their halberds, bent down and lowered their center of gravity, most of their bodies hiding behind their shields, and their helmets were fixed on the knights on horseback.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

"Stop!"

"The Duke is here"

"The Duke is coming"

"Let them all go, let the Duke in."

The Duke of Lothar coughed as he entered, flanked by twenty knights of the Guard. He walked to the middle of the barracks gate, drove the guards in front of him, and confronted the soldiers.

"The cavalry put away all the swords, and you return to the garrison at once."

"Obey, put away your sword, and go back to the camp."

The cavalry team followed the leading knight away, and several supply boxes had already been brought over by soldiers, and the attendants helped the Duke of Lothar to stand up.

"Soldiers, soldiers, listen to me, I know what you think, but please bear with me." Duke Lothar shouted hard, his lungs straining him very uncomfortable, but with all his might: "Soldiers, I have experienced the massacre of Stormwind, the painful migration, the bloody battle of the South Seas and the defense of Lordaeron. Looking ahead, I will stand with you all the time. Looking back, I'm on your side as well. ”

"I remember you, Baroque veteran," the Duke of Lothar pointed to a lieutenant who had led the way out of the camp.

"It's my pleasure," the veteran puffed up.

"In Stormwind you killed three orcs, but were cut three times in the chest."

"I know you, too, son of your Hillo, little Sillo, and your father was a warrior"

"This is also my glory," a young soldier raised from the crowd.

"Again, you're not bad, I remember you teamed up with your companions to kill a Death Knight and protect the company's flag."

"And you, I recognize ...... too"

"And you......"

The Duke of Lothar counted more than a dozen soldiers in the crowd, telling their names and deeds one by one, one glorious story after another.

"And your company, who has saved thousands of civilians in Oakland in the most dangerous moments, you are the pride of the Alliance."

"You are not only soldiers, but also glorious soldiers. We fought to protect our families, and the beasts only wanted to kill us all. Now, they are in the mountains, they have no food, no tents, and they will perish in a short time. Now I just ask you to be patient, to be patient, to be patient, and after winter, there will be no possibility for those wild beasts to survive. Can you bear to give up all your work? ”

Hearing this, the soldiers who were about to leave the camp hesitated.

"But we don't want to die in the barracks."

A voice in the middle of the crowd said urgently.

When the soldiers heard this, you looked at me, and I looked at you, remembering the original purpose.

"Yes, we don't want to die in the barracks."

"Even if you go into the mountains now."

"Lord Duke, do you have a way to stop the disease?"

"Lord Duke, you are dressed in gorgeous cashmere, but we are in the cold!"

The Duke of Lothar stood on the supply box, and he could see that the soldiers' expressions had become agitated again, and there were countless soldiers watching the place.

"Soldiers, I swear"

"Lord Duke, don't talk nonsense with the mud-legged people, and kill them all with cavalry as punishment."

"Arrest him" Duke Lothar pointed to a noble officer in the crowd, and the knight of the guard beside him immediately drew his sword, pounced, and took him away with a sharp blade against the throat of the noble officer.

Lothar didn't have time to scold the fool in his heart, and watched not only the first group of soldiers, but also the countless other soldiers in the barracks pressing towards the gate.

"If you want to go, let's go!"

Seeing this, the Duke of Lothar jumped down from the supply crate, threw his cloak into the snow, removed all his upper clothes, and walked bare-chested into the snow.

"If you want to go, you can go, but you have to step on me."

"Look, I'm like you now, and if you still want to get out of the camp, step on me."

"Don't hesitate, but I swear, I'll try to change the situation."

"Soldiers, make a choice, I won't blame you even if you leave, the sword of the alliance will never be aimed at your own people."

"What are you waiting for......

The Duke of Lothar was lying in the snow looking at the sky. His attendant was very moved to lift him up from the snow, and Tulayan also came up, but was thrown away.

"Don't touch me from anyone, I'm lying here today, given as an order from the leader of the Alliance."

Tulayan touched the duke's hand, and was pushed away, and he stood up, his gaze swept over the soldier, then at the duke, and finally on the soldier, and he gritted his teeth.

"Are you willing to abandon such a commander and leave?"

"Don't you believe us?"

"We're friends who have bled together."

"Think about the days when we fought side by side"

In the legion, the soldiers respected the Duke of Lothar as a person, and Tulayan's reputation was also good. Soldiers, again, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do.

At this time, someone came to persuade him, and he was the bishop of the legion.

"The Cathedral of Light already knows about our situation, and soon all the herbs and priests of Lordaeron will come to our aid."

"So, soldiers, the situation will soon improve."

"The soldiers first returned to the garrison and calmly thought about how to get through the difficulties."

"Instead of barricades at the barracks gates and rebuke your leaders"

After the bishop finished speaking, many priests came out to persuade him: Go back, go back. Seeing that a crisis can fall.

However, at this very moment.

"The Duke has fainted!"