Leaving the Security Bureau's stronghold, Locke led Claire straight to the town hall in Hearth Valley. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoBefore leaving, Locke felt that he still had to remind Demytia of the great sage.

As a subordinate of the Grand Commander, her end was destined to be tragic. It would be best if she could change her fate.

Guided by the soldiers, Locke made his way to Demyteah's office. The sage, dressed in a red prosecutor's suit, was hunched on the table, intently examining the parchment scroll.

"Sage Demytian," Locke shouted softly, and the woman across from her quickly looked up.

She gestured apologetically to the chair next to her, "Commander Harvey, please sit down first, please forgive me for not coming to meet you." ”

"We'll talk when I'm done with that." She pointed to the mountains of parchment on the table, smiled apologetically again, and before Locke could speak, she continued to look at the stack of parchment on the table.

Locke looked at her busy appearance, and couldn't help but think in his heart, if she was born in a previous life, she must be a good employee that the boss likes....

It wasn't until Locke had finished both cups of tea that Demitea looked up from the pile of parchment. She moved her head wearily, rubbing her temples.

"I'm sorry, Commander Harvey," Demitea said apologetically, getting up and walking over to Locke, picking up the teapot and refilling him with a cup of tea, "I've kept you waiting, is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

Locke put down his teacup and looked at Demytia, who was much older than him, and in the latter's inquisitive eyes, Locke said what he meant.

"In the battle of Stratholm this time, we have verified your prophecy, and the Grand Commander is indeed in danger." Locke pondered for a moment and continued, "The Grand Commander has encountered a demon, and it is a Dreadlord. ”

"Dreadlord?!" Demytia's originally calm face turned pale, and she asked nervously, "Nazrezm?!" ”

"Huh?!" Locke was surprised, this was the first person he had met who knew the name of the Dreadlord race, "How did you know?!" ”

Demitea's face darkened, and she stroked her forehead, her face full of sadness.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little out of shape." She forced herself to laugh and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"Do you know anything?!" Locke's heart moved, thinking of her prophetic powers, and he couldn't help but look at her nervously.

"I... Nothing..."

Under Locke's scrutinizing gaze, Demetia lowered her head. She didn't dare to meet Locke's gaze, a tangled look on her face, and her hands kept entangled.

"Claire!" Locke beckoned to Claire in the distant living room, who got up and strode over.

"Watch the gate and don't let anyone in!"

"Yes, High Lord!"

Claire saluted Locke, then glanced at Demetia next to her, who was looking down and tangled, with an incomprehensible smile on her face.

Hey, hey, you're smiling! Let's get down to business!

Seeing the curved amplitude of the corners of Claire's mouth, Locke suddenly chuckled in his heart, and suddenly screamed in his heart, but unfortunately the goods had already run away.

"Now there are no outsiders, Demytia, tell me what you want to say! I am a patron of the Light, and I believe what you say! ”

Locke asks Demytia as he secretly notes Claire's bad deeds and prepares to take time to clean him up, but it's still important for now.

"Alas," Demytea sighed, and she looked up at Locke solemnly, her eyes full of crampedness and unease.

"If I say that I recently saw the end of the battle of the Grand Commander Dassault Khan at Stratholme. Do you believe what I say? ”

Demetia looked nervously at Locke, wanting to see how Locke reacted.

"Go on," Locke replied solemnly, "the future of our crusaders is at stake!" ”

"Alright," Demytia lowered her head again, perhaps Locke's reaction was not what she had expected.

After pondering for a while, Demitea slowly expressed the uneasiness in her heart.

"Not long after you left for Stratholme, some fleeting moments often appeared in my mind, they appeared so frequently, and the content was so terrifying!"

"I see you enter Stratholm and are besieged by a large number of undead. Grand Commander Dassault Khan is surrounded by the undead, but that's not the most terrifying! ”

Demytia's tangled hands began to tremble, and she continued in a trembling voice, "I saw the Grand Commander and the two warriors of Silver Dawn, attacked by a demon. The two warriors fell under the spell, but the Grand Commander persevered. The demon said he was the Dreadlord and was called Nazrezm!! ”

"This Nazrezm only used one trick! I subdued the Grand Commander! Demytia had a sad look on her face, "He devoured the soul of the Grand Commander, and I feel that the Grand Commander is dead!" ”

Locke looked at her in surprise, he didn't expect her to really make these predictions! It's a pity that the prophecy was too late!

"At first I thought it was just some other inconsequential fragment of space, but these fragments kept popping back in my head, and I began to think it wasn't an accident! It wasn't until you came back that I asked the High Lord Tyran, and what he told me was very similar to what I saw! ”

"I began to believe what I saw, but I wondered about the death of the Grand Commander that I had finally foreseen. When I asked about the Grand Commander, Tyran told me that the Grand Commander was good! Demithia tapped her head, and she said wearily, "When the Grand Commander appeared in the Valley of the Hearth, before me, I doubted my prophecy again. ”

"I didn't feel any evil aura from the Grand Commander. You know, I'm also a pastor, and I've always had a stronger sense of evil than everyone else. ”

"This incident has been tormenting me lately and making me miserable! I can't say it to anyone else because no one will believe me. Again, these clips keep coming back and forth in my mind. You see, my prophetic power has never been like this. ”

"I even wonder if the Light is warning me! Keep this on my mind! But if the Grand Commander is really dead, then who is the one who is back now..."

Demithia said all the words that were held in her heart in one breath, and the whole person was much more relaxed. Then she smiled wryly, as if numbing herself.

"Maybe I'm too tired lately to have such a conjecture?"

"Nope! Your prophecy is correct. ”

Demitea looked at Locke dumbfounded, and the latter sighed and continued.

"The one who came back is no longer the Grand Commander, it's the demon!"