What should I say?

Locke sat on the floor of the prayer room, looking down at the note in his hand and silent.

News from the security services always makes Locke frown, and it seems that no good news ever arrives.

Like the message on the note in Locke's hand now.

Baron Nos Abraham, who lived in the Tirisfara Glade, disappeared.

The president of the Lordaeron Psychic Association had just gathered most of the surviving psychics in Lordaeron in the name of marriage a few days ago, and now these people have disappeared, and all the civilians in the vicinity have also disappeared during this time.

If it weren't for the fact that the agents sent there by Norris didn't deliver the news on time, no one would know what was going on there. The agents of the Ministry of Security and the priests of the Church of Light who were then sent to investigate found a large number of traces of undead activity there.

This is no small matter.

Locke adjusted his sitting position, sat cross-legged on the ground, looked up at the huge statue on the opposite wall, and pondered.

Historically, this group of people has become lackeys of the Scourge of the Dead, and has done many heinous things to all the surviving Lordaerons.

Through the knowledge of the soul, he wantonly captures and distorts the souls of all humans to turn them into all kinds of monsters.

Alas.

Locke sighed and withdrew his gaze, then he spread out his hand and looked at the parchment note in his hand.

The flames in the brazier burned in the gloomy prayer room, and the flickering flames magnified Locke's shadow on the nearby walls.

Reaching out, the palm flipped, and the parchment fell into the scorching brazier.

How can they disappear under their noses?

However, the soldiers guarding the main roads in the Tirisfard Glade did not find any trace of this group of people, and there was no record of this group of people passing through the undead barrier.

Anyway, they're gone!

Locke looked at the parchment that began to burn in the brazier, and was a little angry.

Did you fight less Naxxramas in your last life? And then forgot about their importance? I didn't even take advantage of them in advance...

Fortunately, now they have become the dark acolytes of the skeleton of Kel'thugad.

There was a faint sound outside the door.

There was a slight sound of footsteps that eventually stopped outside.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

A slight knock on the door sounded outside.

Before Locke could speak, a female elf reported from outside.

"Lord Harvey, the Great Sage Lady Demidya is waiting for your summons."

"Please tell the Great Sage, and I'll go over right away."

Locke answered and stood up from the ground.

Picking up his bearskin from a nearby hanger and covering it behind him, Locke pushed open the door to the prayer room and walked out.

Outside the door, two female elven rangers saluted him gracefully, and Locke nodded slightly to them, and walked directly to the front hall without stopping. The elven rangers, who were originally standing guard, followed him and walked to the hall together.

Listening to the near-silent movement behind him, Locke couldn't help but laugh to himself, but he would love to see it.

These rangers, who replaced the previous human soldiers guarding Locke, were all brought by Noris from Quel'Thalas.

Since Noris's return from Quel'Thalas, some of the elves assigned by Lotherma Theron have become members of Locke's bodyguard.

Doing so will inevitably displease many of the Lordaeron generals!

How could their leader allow a group of foreigners to guard it?!

To do this, they submit an assassination plan designed against Locke. I want to prove that these elves may not be able to take on the responsibility of keeping him safe, and the safety of the High Lord human soldiers is fully capable of it.

However, before Locke could answer this matter, he was answered by Nollis.

As a result, the Elven Rangers thwarted several attacks by the killers, led by Anderson, the deputy head of the security services.

Of course, these things were all within Noris's plan.

Long-term contact with humans has taught Norris that most of the negative emotions such as arrogance and complacency exist in humans, and in people in high positions, this emotion is even more prominent.

As Locke's intelligence officer, and Norris, who is directly responsible for Locke's security, she thinks it's necessary to come up with her own plan.

On the one hand, it is to let the human generals recognize their human shortcomings, dispel their blind arrogance, and see the superb protection skills and combat skills of the elves. On the other hand, it is also to manifest the presence of the elves of Quel'Thalas like other humans.

In fact, when Lotherma left, she also vaguely expressed this to Nonris.

"Although our elves of Quel'Salas have suffered a great calamity, they are still a rare high-end combat force on this planet! Make an alliance with us, and humanity will not be embarrassed by it! ”

For this reason, Lotherma even took it from the Phoenix Guard... A few of the royal guards of the Kael'thas Sunstriders came out and entered Locke's guards.

These elves, who have lived for thousands of years, must have crushed humans with only a short lifespan in terms of combat skills and experience......

Then the unconvinced human soldiers let the elves attack, and they were responsible for guarding Locke, and the results were self-evident......

Dry firewood burned in the fireplace, crackling from time to time. The tall windows on either side of the hall were gray, and the glass was white with water vapor mixed with ice flowers. In order to prevent the cold from entering the hall, the windows were blocked by thick wool curtains, revealing only a faint light, and a bifurcated triangular lampstand was embedded in the wall, and the sporadic candlelight illuminated the somewhat gloomy hall.

Demetia stroked the black goatskin in her hand and carefully examined it by the light of the flickering candles on the huge dining table next to her. Her forehead was wrinkled, and her brow was a pimple, as if there was something on it that she couldn't understand.

Thinking of the incomprehensible, she would also bite her lower lip, which had been painted with light makeup, and the unconscious slight friction of her lips.

At that moment, Locke walked into the hall from the hallway in the backyard.

Locke lightly unfastened the bearskin on his chest and placed it on the hanger next to him. There, the woolen cloak painted red by Demitian was already laid there.

Looking at Demytia in the middle of the hall, who was lost in thought, Locke stopped. He held his hand back, and the two elves stopped in their tracks, standing at the entrance of the hallway, facing out without saying a word.

At this time, an attendant tried to enter the place, but was stopped by the elves. Locke looked back and saw an attendant carrying two cups of steaming tea.

He took the tray from the squire's hand, and before Locke could make a move, the squire said, "Sir, the Grand Prosecutor, Miss Whitemayne, said that she has plenty of time to come in and help if needed, please don't leave her aside." ”

The squire was visibly cringing when he said this, and he didn't even dare to look up at Locke.

Locke laughed, and he patted the squire on the shoulder with one hand, "Tell the Grand Prosecutor and say I will." ”

When the squire heard Locke say this, he nodded and quickly backed away.

Placing a steaming cup of tranquilizing tea beside Demytia, Locke sat down across from her with a thud.

Locke held the teacup in his hand and asked, "How's it going?" Did you find anything? ”

Demytia didn't react at all to Locke's rude behavior, she looked intently at the black goatskin in her hand, and whispered.

"If I'm not mistaken, these goatskins are a specialty of the former kingdom of Alterac."

Demetia stopped talking, as if a little uncertain.

"On this point, my intelligence officer also thinks so, such a complete and fine-grained goatskin can only be used by nobles, and it is obviously impossible for commoners to use such a precious thing." Locke shrugged his shoulders and spoke casually, then he spread his hand and motioned for her to continue.

"But there was a familiar smell on the sheepskin, and I wonder where I had seen them." Demithia flipped the goatskin over, and what should have been reddish turned black.

Locke looked at her silently, wanting an answer.

The air froze for a moment, and the only sound in the hall was the sound of Demytia rubbing sheepskins back and forth.

After a long moment of silence, Demetia raised her head, and she looked at Locke with deep blue eyes, as if she didn't know whether to say something to Locke.

Just as she hesitated, Locke stood up. Demitea couldn't help but look at the tall lord in front of her.

"It's just the two of us here, and in fact, I'm not that stubborn, you can tell me what you think." Locke calmly looked at Demytia who was hesitant in front of him.

He knew what she was worried about, ever since he had given her the strange black goatskin.

Historically, she was not only a priest with prophetic powers, but also a shadow priest with a deep understanding of dark forces.

However, the theory of the Shadow Priest was not accepted by the mainstream at the time, and in fact, it was only after the resurrection of Archbishop Fao that the Shadow Priest gradually became recognized by the world.

"Locke...."Demetia bit her lower lip, then suddenly raised her head, looked at Locke intently with blue eyes, and asked, "You're going to believe me, right?" Do you believe in my understanding of the Light? Will it? ”

Locke's body relaxed, he sat down in his chair with a smile, picked up the Tranquility Flower Tea in his hand and took a big sip.

"It may be disrespectful to say that," Locke said nonchalantly, slowly placing his teacup on the table, "the Light is helping us, it helps us to arm our minds and give us faith. It helps us to defeat evil, and it gives us power that we never imagined. The Light makes us ......"

Listening to Locke's words that seemed to be talking to himself, Demytia's expression became bitter, and even his eyes became confused.

"But!"

"But what?!"

Locke's turn instantly sobered Demetia to her senses, and she looked at Locke anxiously.