Firm faith turned into a desire for revenge, and a pious heart was completely filled with anger.

Ethan Lion was a hawk when he was young, and repeatedly declared in public that he wanted to exterminate the captured orcs.

After the undead wreaked havoc, his thinking became more radical, believing that the undead had to be killed, and those civilians had to be killed as well, because civilians had a high chance of being infected.

To this day, he even thinks that 'those who lack enthusiasm for destroying the undead are undead'!

According to his distorted values, he couldn't understand why a normal person would hesitate to remove the undead, so he came to the terrible conclusion that 'those who don't kill the undead and don't hate the undead are undead'.

The undead want to kill, and humans have to observe his words and deeds, and then decide whether to kill or not!

Enemies from afar must be killed, and enemies around you must also be killed.

He believes that he is the earthly voice of the Light, and that the undead will find a way to get rid of him, and for this reason, he occasionally conducts activities called 'cleansing' around him.

He carried a sharp dagger with him and stabbed his attendants, apprentices, and civilians around him at irregular intervals.

In his mouth, this is the best way to check the infiltration of the undead, the undead will not bleed, as long as he stabs down, he can judge the identity of the other party!

The population of Hearthvale became less and less under the rule of this madman, many people were killed as undead, and many more people ran to the Eastern Plaguelands to take refuge in the Hand of Tyr and the Silver Dawn there, and later heard that there were ships on the side of the Scarlet Abbey that could transport people to the Stormwind Kingdom in the south, and the commoners began to run west again, seeking refuge in the Abbey, preferably to get a ticket to the south.

The number of civilians and soldiers under his rule was decreasing every day, but the Grand Procurator, Ethan Lien, was unaware of it, and even considered his side to be the purest and most pious.

But today he got the bad news, and at this time he was taking a dagger to vent his anger on the quartermaster.

"Why let those people take Tyran. Fordin's corpse, just for such a little material! Have you forgotten all the teachings of the Light? You have betrayed the Light! He stabbed the quartermaster in the shoulder with a dagger, and blood gushed down, staining half of the middle-aged man's body red.

The middle-aged man was sweating in pain, but he didn't dare to dodge. Because the person who is dodging, even if the blood does not see the problem, will be considered undead, according to the Grand Prosecutor, what are you afraid of? Since you're not the undead, why are you hiding? If you hide, it means that you have a weak heart, then you must be an undead!

The dagger was pierced in the shoulder, the wound was very deep, and the chief prosecutor deliberately stirred it twice, and when he saw the fresh flesh, he gave up.

"Do you know it's wrong?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head deeply and hid his face: "Got it." ”

Ethan Lion put on a loving expression, as if the hideousness just now had nothing to do with him: "Tyran. It is his fate to return to the embrace of the Light, but his body must be burned! Those guys who sell military supplies must be spies of the undead, the next time you see them, take down the goods, kill the people, and the will of the Holy Light cannot be violated! ”

"The Light has always been by your side, child, go down and bandage it."

With his fluttering words, the middle-aged quartermaster hurriedly bowed, then clutched his shoulders and staggered out of his office.

The Light is beside me? If so, let Him die!

The middle-aged man's body is extremely painful, and he hates it! Hate this world, hate that bastard-like holy light!

He walked out of the main fort and returned to his apartment.

Bandaging? Joke! The Scarlet Crusaders have long been out of such supplies as bandages, where to bandage?

He knew that he could not bandage it, and the Grand Prosecutor's dagger had the plague of the undead on it, and he had to go back and dig up all the flesh in the area of his shoulder, and then burn it with fire, and finally find a cloth to wrap it.

The Valley of the Hearth, located in the mountains, is typically vast and sparsely populated, and his living environment is not bad, but there is no hope.

He shook his head and pushed the door open.

Under the crazy governance of the Grand Prosecutor, there are no thieves at all, and some have been killed, and the doors of everyone's houses do not need to be locked, just push the door and enter.

"Huh? Who are you? When he walked into the house, he was stunned and found someone sitting on a chair with his back to him.

This back is very familiar, what is? ......

The man turned around, and he was stunned, this was not Tyran, who was already dead. Lord of Fordin?

Undead! The first thing that came to his mind, his lord turned into an undead and came back to find him!

He tried to shout, only to find a dagger across his neck.

There was someone behind him, when the other party appeared, and how it appeared, he didn't know, he only knew that this fiery red dagger must be very sharp.

Just when he was covered in cold sweat and his legs trembled, a rather old voice sounded: "Your Highness, we still need his assistance." ”

"Hehe, just kidding......" A casual laugh came, and the dagger was put away.

"Old lord? Are you still alive? As soon as the middle-aged man turned around, he happened to see Tirio. Fordin.

Old Fording had been trapped for many years, but after regaining his grasp of the Holy Light, his face was two points younger, and he looked similar to that year, as a citizen of Hearthvale, the middle-aged man knew the old lord.

"Tarson, long time no see, how did the former guardian Tarson become like this, I remember the 18th year of the Black Gate, when we cleared the remnants of the orcs together, it was you who helped me resist the dagger that attacked from the side......" Old Furding reminisced about the past while reaching out to heal the wounds of the middle-aged man with holy light.

Seeing that the former warrior fell to this step, the old man was also embarrassed.

Acquaintances are easy to do, there is Tyran. The current lord of Fordin, plus Tirio. The old lord of Ferdin, came forward, and Tarson, who was originally a warrior of the Ferdin, immediately joined them, and what Lordaeron revived, and Vanessa's words about the leader of the Scarlet Crusader being controlled by the Dreadlord did not say anything, and the people surrendered!

The object of his allegiance was originally the Foding family, and it had nothing to do with Lordaeron or the Scarlet Crusaders.

With the help of this leading party, the next thing will be much easier.

Matters in Hearthvale were in shambles, and many of the elite had either escaped or been executed, as evidenced by the fact that warriors like Talson, who were known for their guards, had become quartermasters, and that there were no more talents here, and the rest were civilians who survived under the harsh system of the Grand Procurator.

Knowledgeable people could not accept the theory of the Grand Prosecutor Ethan Lien, and all who could run ran away, which is why there were only a few thousand people left in the Valley of the Hearth, and tens of thousands in the hands of Tyr in the East.

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