"Everyone! Gather! "The lieutenant gathered all the soldiers infected with the plague in the small square of Gallon Town. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The one hundred and fifty-four soldiers were lined up in a neat queue from highest to lowest, even though they were not soldiers of the same company.

"Does anyone have anything else to explain?!" The lieutenant asked, standing across the line.

The infected soldiers went unanswered.

"Everyone! Turn right! Come with me! The lieutenant turned and walked out of the square.

The soldiers lined up in a neat line, and as they marched for the last time, they held their heads high, as if they were being inspected by the great lord.

Locke put the letter in his magical backpack, and he followed closely behind the group.

By some point, the town of Gallon had already been cleared out of a clean and tidy road, and the soldiers of the Second Regiment all stood on both sides of the road, one by one, until they reached the distance. Some of them had serious expressions, and some of them had red eyes and wiped tears.

The soldiers infected with the plague walked solemnly through the middle of the road, they were free of the usual rambling and noise, as if they were fighting for the last time in their lives.

"Salute!"

"Huh!"

The sound of armor rubbing against each other was as neat as ever.

An officer shouted in command, and the uninfected soldiers on both sides of the road raised their right hands together and saluted them.

Locke watched silently, following at the end of the line.

This scene was so touching to him.

The deep comradeship and respect for the soldiers who died generously allowed Locke to slowly integrate into the Crusaders, and he did not have the initial barriers.

For a long time, he didn't pay much attention to these soldiers, and subconsciously he only paid serious attention to the NPCs with names and surnames that he knew in his previous life, and there was nothing special about these ordinary soldiers in his eyes.

And now all that has changed completely, and they are living human beings! Instead of a few kilobytes or megabytes of cold data.

They are people!

They are flesh and blood! Have your own ideas! Have your own sadness and pride!

Suddenly, a solo sound resembling a Scottish bagpipe came from the side of the road.

A Crusader soldier stands on the side of the road with an instrument similar to a Scottish bagpipe, a sad and desolate melody wafting slowly from the bagpipes over the rubble of gallons.

The soldiers on both sides of the road began to have tears in their eyes, and they began to chant in low voices.

God-given grace, so sweet.

My sins have been forgiven.

I was lost, but now I know it.

The blind eye is now seen again.

The grace of God taught me to be in awe.

It makes my soul feel more relieved.

At the beginning of conversion, there is grace.

How can you not praise?

Through hardships and hardships.

I'm going to get through this in peace.

By this grace, peace be given to me.

Lead me to my homeland after all.

He has lived in the world for more than 1,000 years.

The grace of God shines brightly!

Gather together to chant the grace of God.

From now on, forever.

The muffled singing echoed on both sides, and the sound of bagpipes echoed over and over the gallons of empty ruins.

The melodious sound of bagpipes pierced the eardrums of all soldiers.

Sorrow, pain, and desolation welled up in my heart.

With tears in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly open, Locke sang this Scottish-style song that he couldn't have sung, and the lyrics popped out of his head one after another.

And the soldiers infected with the plague in the middle of the road, as if on a pilgrimage, walked towards the outside of the town with neat steps and mouthful voices.

The soldiers infected with the plague gradually walked past the range of soldiers playing bagpipes, and the soldiers played bagpipes and followed the other soldiers at the end of the line, they were making a final farewell to their comrades and friends.

Accompanied by the mournful sound of bagpipes, they came to the outskirts of the town, where the soldiers stopped in front of a large pit that had been dug, and they gathered around the outskirts of the pit in silence.

The soldiers infected with the plague stood in front of the pit, and Locke gradually followed the diversion of the soldiers to the front, in front of them.

Tall firewood was raised in the pit, and at the edge above the pit, there were some alchemical potions, which seemed to be used as accelerants for cremation.

The melodious and mournful sound of bagpipes has been echoing in my ears, and the sky has become gray, as if to make a final farewell to these heroic soldiers.

The lieutenant was at the head of the line, and he was talking to Old Rohr, and then Old Rohr nodded, and then entered the crowd and began to confirm each soldier one by one.

Old Rohr carefully examined the infection of each soldier's wound to see if there was any sign of improvement, and soon all 154 people were examined, but the situation did not improve, and several soldiers were almost unable to control their will.

That includes Little Will.

The priestess Farrar took Little Will in her arms and comforted her, and she treated Little Rolle like her own child. This female pastor, who has had a crush on the big lord for more than 10 years, has not yet married and has never had children of her own.

"It's time to go!" The lieutenant nodded to Locke and said.

And Locke opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

One thing Locke learned when he joined the Crusaders was that since the massacre of Alsace, there was an unwritten rule within the Crusaders that all soldiers infected with the plague would have the right to decide whether they lived or died.

Do you wait to become an undead and be expelled from the Crusaders, or die like a good man?

However, no soldier chooses to become an undead, they do not want to become what they want to destroy when they die, they do not want to become something that mutilates their loved ones, they do not want to become that kind of thing to destroy other people's families and their good lives.

All that remains is that they themselves will end their own lives, and eventually their bodies will be cremated here. On the one hand, they will achieve their wishes, so that they will not be turned into undead, and on the other hand, to prevent the further spread of the plague.

"So...... Let's go. Locke said with trembling lips.

"Goodbye, Major Locke!" The lieutenant saluted Locke and said, "Say hello to the High Lord for me." Finally avenge me! I'm going to give those boys a lead, alas, what a hassle. This group of unassuming guys. ”

Locke raised his right hand in salute, and the melodious sound of the bagpipes intensified again, echoing in Locke's ears, and Locke's nose was sore, and his eyes were blurred again.

"Wait! I don't know your name yet!? Locke called out to the lieutenant.

"Gould Deschamps, the last heir to the Deschamps family." The lieutenant turned and smiled, then walked to the front of the pit.

Let's go! Brothers!

Locke's eyes were closed, tears streaming down his cheeks and into his neck, cold, his heart trembling.

"Brothers! I'll go first! Our home is yours! The lieutenant yelled at the soldiers around him.

"Long live Lordaeron!!!!!!!!!"

The lieutenant roared, wiped his left hand around his neck, and lay down in the pit like a kite with a broken string.

Locke tightened his mouth, he wiped his tears with his hands, he forced himself to be stronger, now he was the head here! He's going to hold on!

Soon, the priestess Farrar walked towards Locke with Little Will.

"I'm sorry to tell you these things at this time." The priestess looked at Locke apologetically, "Mograini thinks very highly of you, Major Locke, and I hope you can persuade Mograine, or urge him to restrain his impulsiveness, which is not a good habit. ”

"Finally, you have to be strong, in my eyes you are also a child, I hope this will not have a big impact on you, human beings are so small, because of this, we have to fight, we Lordaerons will never give in."

The priestess encouraged Locke, and then she looked at Little Will in her arms.

At less than 6 feet, Little Will may not even look like he was 16, but now he's standing here.

"Goodbye, Major Locke, in fact, my idol is still you, you are only a few years older than me, and you are already a powerful paladin! I really envy you, and if I have the chance, I really want to fight side by side with you like Rohr! Defeat the Scourge Legion! ”

"I hope you don't forget me, there is a soldier named Will who is your admirer!" Little Will gave Locke a deep military salute.

Then Farrar put his arms around him and the two of them came to the edge of the pit.

"Don't be afraid, child, it'll be fine soon, close your eyes." The priestess Farral steadied Little Will.

Little Will obediently closed her eyes, and the priestess Farral's face shone holy, and she stretched out her hand, and the holy light shone golden on it.

"Mograine, I'd love to see you." The priestess murmured softly.

Locke clutched his nose, tears already falling like rain.

The holy light in Faral's hand suddenly shone brightly, it exploded with blazing energy, the holy light changed its usual mildness, it emitted tyrannical energy, and soon all this disappeared.

Farrar and Little Will have been purified in the rampaging Light energy, and they will no longer suffer from cremation.

One by one, the soldiers infected with the plague began to cut themselves off, and the soldiers around them, they took off their helmets, held them on their left hands, and bowed their heads in silence.

The sad sound of the bagpipes grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, a female warrior rushed out, and she stood in front of Locke, her face flushed, as if she had just made some huge decision.

The female soldier raised her head and looked bravely into Locke's eyes, making eye contact with Locke.

"Major Locke, there's no need to hide it now, I like you! When you stepped into the prayer hall of the monastery on the first day, I looked up and saw you while praying, and the first time I saw you, I said to myself, Oh my God! Isn't this the prince of my dreams?! Do you know how sad I was when I knew you liked Inspector Whiteman? ”

The female soldier had a shy smile on her face, but she still looked at Locke boldly.

Locke froze at this.

"This..."

"Can you give me something of yours? I'll be satisfied. The female soldier looked at Locke, who was stunned, and her face became more and more ruddy as she lowered her head and kicked the stone on the ground.

Locke was in a complicated mood and was digging in his backpack, but there was nothing in his backpack except money and gems.

Soon he touched a piece of fabric, and he pulled it out.

The same Crusader recruit robe he wore when he was training!

The female soldier dragged her over and held her in her arms.

"Thank you, Major Locke. Goodbye, will you remember me? Is this woman who isn't even a passerby in your life? Forget it, don't think about it, or Inspector Whitemayne might be jealous. ”

The female soldier smiled happily as she tucked her robe into the placket of her coat and jumped into the pit.

And Locke still maintained the posture of holding the battle robe.

Seeing this, the other male soldiers hurried to Sergeant Major Nonris, where they shouted and confessed. Norris didn't put on that dead face this time, she smiled and gave each soldier some of his own ornaments.

The soldiers left satisfied.

Locke clearly saw Nores, the tsundere elf, and wiped the corners of his eyes a few times with a very hidden movement.

Another soldier came up to Locke and saluted, and said, "Major Locke, I have written a letter that you would like to pass on to my family, who live in Gadar, and have the address on it. Thank you. ”

The soldier saluted again and left.

Locke pulled the stack of letters out of his backpack, and the soldier had ended his life.

The soldiers who were eventually infected with the plague all took their own lives, and several priests who accompanied the army changed into solemn ceremonial robes, and they sprinkled alchemical potions around the pit while saying prayers.

When it was all over, several soldiers came up with torches and handed them to the priest, who bowed to the 154 soldiers in the pit and put the torches in his hands, and in an instant the flames rose and the light of the fire shone on the Tirisfar.

All the soldiers around saluted the burning bones in the pit.

They deserve to be treated so well!

With trembling hands, Locke pulled out one of the stacks of letters and opened it.

Reuben:

Even though I know you'll probably never receive this letter, I've put pen to paper on it—in the wilderness outside of Gallen, we've just stopped the frenzied fighting, and we've reclaimed our land from the Scourge. I didn't expect these Scourge legion's minions to be so vulnerable.

I was injured in the arm in the battle, which is not the most worrying thing, my fear is that I will contract the plague.

Soon my inference was confirmed, my wound began to itch, heat, flesh began to decay visibly, and I contracted the plague.

The High Lord Mograini came, a beloved commander who, at the risk of the plague, came in to comfort us and bid us farewell, and I sighed a little at the moment, but it was a pity that I could no longer serve him, and I could no longer fight for Lordaeron.

I felt my consciousness start to blur a little, I could even feel something evil calling me, I couldn't bend to his will! I'm going to keep going for the rest of the journey.

Soon we will be reunited, and when I arrive, we will go to the hotel together for a drink, and together...

Sorry, my consciousness is a little blurry and I can't write anymore.

So be it.

We'll see you again soon.

Your friend: Riglim

The sound of bagpipes still echoes in my ears long and sadly.

Locke slowly closed the letter, and he looked up at the raging fire.

Let's go, brothers!

Leave the unfinished business to me!