"Do you understand?!" Locke looked at Bridget who didn't give a hair, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and he put his hands on Bridget's shoulders and shook it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Alright, let it go!" Bridget pushed Locke's hands away, "I'll try to stay with her for a while." ”

Brigitte straightened her armor as she looked up at Locke, "If the elves are not polite, then don't blame me for being the same as before." ”

"Good!" Locke nodded, then he thought for a moment and continued, "Bridget, please forgive me for what I did. ”

Locke spread his hands and said, "We know each other so well that sometimes I always think of you as one of my own. Will behave in a way that is out of line. ”

"I'm not good enough for that, and I want you to forgive me."

"I'm not mad at that, Locke." Bridget touched her shoulder, she looked at Locke and said faintly, "Through your words and deeds, I can vaguely detect your attitude towards other races. Even, you are trying to change the minds of soldiers and other officers. ”

"Locke, you're also human. I hope you don't get on the wrong side! I only believe in one sentence, if it is not our kind, her thoughts will definitely not be the same as ours. Even though Norris is an exception, and the other elves are not easy to say, I hope you can think clearly and don't do something harmful to the interests of humanity. Bridget slowly narrowed her eyes, and she looked at Locke with an inexplicable gaze.

"Yes, we Lordaerons may need the help of other races to help us end this war as soon as possible."

"If this had been before, I would have thought your idea was dangerous. Because while other races help us, they may encroach on the territory that our ancestors worked so hard to fight. But now I have a vague feeling that my idea is not right either. At least that doesn't seem right now, I may have taken it for granted before. Of course, I have reservations about your thoughts, and as for who is right and who is wrong, let time tell. ”

"In short, I hope you don't get lost to your sanity by the rhetoric of other races, you have a sober brain. After all, your will determines the life and death of many people. If they genuinely helped us, I will apologize to you later. ”

Bridget took one last look at the silent Locke, turned and walked into the tent.

Inside the tent, Norris was sitting on the table waiting for her to come in, Bridget looked at the High Elves with a calm face and said, "Although I was very unaccustomed to your arrogance before, and even now, this does not affect my blindness to you, the Crusaders, and the hard work of the Fifth Legion. I apologize for my previous bias and I admit that you are special. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding I had before. ”

Bridget saluted and apologized to her.

"Now, it's your turn. Your lover is waiting for you outside. Bridget didn't say much, but walked to the corner of the tent and cleaned up the area to use as a bed.

Norris sat on the box and looked at the busy Bridget, not knowing what she was thinking, but the lines of her originally cold face softened slightly.

"I accept your apology." Norris, who had reached the entrance of the tent, turned around and said, "Actually, I have shortcomings, sorry,"

Without waiting for Brigitte to react, Nolis walked out.

In this camp, the soldiers cleared a large clearing in the middle, and a large bonfire was lit.

The light of the fire reflected in the tent, and there were many shadows, and Locke stood in the corner waiting for Noris.

"Actually, I don't have anything to say about you." Locke watched Norris come over, and he couldn't help but say, "We owe it to you and the people of other races for your mercy in helping us Lordaerons. ”

"You don't have to say any more, Locke," Nollis held out her hand to stop Locke, "I heard what you just said to Bridget. ”

Norris pointed to her long ears and said, "As a Ranger, as a High Elf. My ears are very sensitive. ”

"Oh, that's for the best." Locke saluted him solemnly, "Thank you, Norris. ”

Norris tilted her head to look at the raging campfire over there, and she said to herself, "Originally, I joined the Crusaders only to avenge my family and my country. And now, I don't know what I'm for. ”

"I'm not as merciful as you think, at least initially I was just for myself." Norris lowered her head and paused before continuing, "Maybe now because of the Crusaders, because of those poor people who were hurt by natural disasters, and for you." ”

"Now, the hatred is not as strong as it used to be. The passage of time seems to have smoothed out the idea of revenge in my heart. If you have to ask me what I'm doing now," Nollis looked up at Locke.

Locke watched the afterglow of the flames, reflected on the side of Noris's face, and he couldn't help but reach out and caress her face.

"I will tell you that I am for the Crusaders, for Lordaeron, for the poor people who have been hurt by natural disasters, for my family, and for the country I once was. At last! Norris glared at Locke, "For you, too!" Who made you a big man in the crusade! ”

Locke looked at Noris, who seemed to be determined in front of him, and he couldn't help but gently take Noris's hand and pull her into his arms, and Nolis hugged him tightly.

"I'm alone, so lonely. Thinking about the future, I need to live alone for so many years...", Norris muttered as she lay in Locke's arms, "I am afraid that you humans will never be able to experience this feeling." ”

"No one knows what the future holds." Locke stroked her blonde hair, "So, now I think about this in addition to filling myself with anxiety. Are there any other benefits? ”

"Captain Lubbers! Captain Lubbers! The soup is boiling! It's time for the soldiers to have dinner in the evening! ”

Locke hugged the emotionally unstable Norris and listened to the soldiers in charge of logistics shouting in the distance.

"Alright, let's bring our own things and finish eating." Locke pushed Norris into his arms, "I'm tired of the day, and I'll rest after eating." We still have a long way to go. ”

Norris nodded, and the two of them went to the tent together, rummaging their things.

At the campfire in the center of the camp, the soldiers in charge of logistics had set up a small bonfire with a large iron pot on top of it, and the enticing fragrance was coming from the iron pot.

All the soldiers in the camp were lining up, one by one towards the cauldron. There, a cook was wearing a white apron and holding a large spoon to fill the lunch box that the soldier in front of him was holding.

"Hey! Brat! Don't rush to drink the soup, it's for soaking that hard, stone-like black bread in your hand. The chubby cook was serving soup to a recruit, and his mouth was still admonishing, "While the soup is hot now, put your stone in it and soak it." After a while, when it softens, take it out and eat it while drinking the soup, which is simply a delicious treat! ”

"Alright, Crouch!" An old non-commissioned officer laughed in the back and said, "Drinking chicken soup will make you feel delicious, is it possible that the current delicacy is so cheap?" ”

"Next!" Crouch, the fat cook, beckoned the soldier in front of him to leave, "You mean you don't need this bowl of soup?" Do you still feel like your teeth are as hard as a wolf in the forest? Can you bite through these black breads that can be used as murder weapons? ”

"Next!" The old sergeant came to Crouch, who scooped up the pot with a spoon and scooped up pieces of turkey meat and bones, "There's one more turkey in here than usual!" Looks like you don't want to eat it. ”

Crouch put down the spoon in his hand, he spread his hands and said, "I don't think you need these, your teeth are your weapons, you can deal with those black bread~"

"Hey, hey, I'm kidding!" The old non-commissioned officer hurriedly said, "You don't take my joke seriously, do you?" ”

"Without this bowl of soup, how could this stone in my hand fit into my stomach? Okay, okay! Crouch, come on! The old non-commissioned officer held the iron lunch box in his hand and pointed it at him.

"Humph! No one has dared to challenge my Crouch's authority! Crouch, the fat chef, wiped the beads of sweat from his head, and then gave the old sergeant a key to a lunch box full of soup with the skeleton of chicken in it.

The old sergeant thanked him and walked back to his tent with his lunch box happily.

Locke took out his lunch box and prepared to go out in line as well, but Bridget stopped him, who looked at him with disdain.

"Aren't you going to go out and line up with the soldiers?"

"Shouldn't it be like that?" Locke innocently asked, "Isn't that great?" I can build a bond with the soldiers. ”

Bridget sighed, then turned to look at Noris, "Can I say a few words about your lover?" ”

Norris spread her hands and gestured that it was okay.

"You need to pay attention to your identity! First of all you are a nobleman! Secondly, you are a Legion Commander! Your identity and status dictate that you can't do that with them! ”

"It's a loss of identity! What do you let the other officers do?! Brigitte said helplessly, "Don't you know? The high and low status also stimulates the soldiers' idea of upward progress, so that the soldiers will do everything when they fight! ”

"Although! You have certain benefits in doing so, and you can close the distance with the soldiers. But have you ever wondered, what do the soldiers think? Bridget pointed to the tent and said, "I'll tell you!" ”

"The soldiers would think so. If you become a nobleman and an officer, you will be treated the same as a soldier before. So why do we have to do everything we can to work hard? ”