Refusing to be retained by Butt and the civilians, Locke left with the rest of the group.

As the future kings of Lordaeron and their current lords, it stands to reason that they are responsible for Locke's life. This was the prerogative of the king during the period of feudalism.

Although Lordaeron is gradually moving towards centralization, the time is very broken. It's just that from the second half of King Terenus to the present, Locke has gradually expanded in size. The feudal system has dominated the righteous rule of this land for thousands of years, and it is far more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people than the centralized system.

But this town is only in its infancy, and their supplies have been brought from Iva's logistics department until now, and Locke's group may eat their food for months to come. When they need supplies, the logistics department can't deliver them for a while.

Locke was also embarrassed, and he snatched food from a group of civilians without face or skin...

Not long after coming out of town, the sky darkened. It was imperative to find a flat and wide wilderness to set up camp, and without Locke's orders, the scarlet Iron Guard captain took Locke to the camp ahead.

The camp was one of the garrison legion's outposts scattered across the Citirisfara glades. There was only one detachment of 25 soldiers at the outpost, who were not only responsible for guarding the road, but also providing camping for the teams of refugees and supplies from the logistics department that passed along the way. Of course, the campsite is just a simple piece of land that has been leveled.

More than twenty horses were tethered to the stables of the outpost, and Locke diligently relented the excited soldiers at the outpost, and then declined their request to live in the stone outpost.

By the time Locke walked out of the post's breach, the Scarlet Guards had expertly raised their tents, gathered firewood around them, and lit them with flint with their carrying. He brought water from the water tank in the outpost and poured it into an iron pot to boil, and the iron guard who accompanied him on the cooking task took out a lot of jerky from his unique magic bag and threw it into it after the water boiled.

The number of people in the camp was more than half of the number of people after the treasure hunt in Mill Town in the morning, and there were only twenty-five Iron Guards and Demithia with Locke around him. Oh, and Berg and his little clerk. The wizards were left behind in Mill Town, searching for the existence of undead beneath the hollowed-out town.

The Sitirisfara Woodland has vast plains, where there is no danger and there is plenty of security. There were also legionnaire posts of varying sizes along the way, so there was no need for a team of several hundred men to escort them.

And at a time when the Sitirisfal Glade had not yet developed, the more people Locke led, the more difficult it was to resupply along the way. This inevitably led to the local Newtowners seeking supplies, and the immigrants didn't take much of it from the logistics department, which is why Locke didn't choose to stay in the previous town.

Sitting by the campfire and resting the steaming broth on his lap, Locke tore the soft white bread into pieces still in the iron lunch box. There are no chopsticks in this world, and Locke is not used to knives and forks, but he also does not want to use his hands to grab the bread in the lunch box like other civilians and soldiers. He took out a pair of chopsticks from his magic bag, skillfully holding the bread and small pieces of meat inside and sending them to his mouth.

Demytia sat across from Locke, taking a sip of soup in her iron lunch box, and then taking a bite of the white bread in her hand. But soon the cutlery in Locke's hand caught her attention.

"What are those two little sticks in your hand?" Demitea looked curiously as Locke expertly sandwiched the white bread in the lunch box, "It looks very good?" ”

"Master Harvey said it was chopsticks, and you saw what it does." Berg forked the pieces of meat in his lunch box, shrugged helplessly, and said, "But unfortunately, I haven't learned to use them for a long time." ”

"Oh, Berg is right." Locke laughed as he ate, "He's eaten with me many times, and he knows I have this habit." Well, a lot of people know about it, but they can't learn it. ”

Locke would hold his chopsticks and show them in front of them, "Do you want to try it?" Great sages? ”

Demitea smiled and shook her head, "I still won't make a fool of myself in front of you, and I certainly won't." But when I get back to the Valley of the Hearth, I can give it a try. ”

"My lord, where is the ultimate goal of our trip?" Berg asked while eating, he walked in front of Locke every time to give Locke a front stop, and he asked Locke's itinerary clearly before arranging the next work.

Berg didn't know what the internal affairs of the other kingdoms were, and it was supposed to be similar to the old days of the feudal system. But under Lord Harvey's leadership, Lordaeron's power was highly concentrated in the hands of the kingdom. The aristocracy, though dissatisfied with the system, was accustomed to Locke's way of leading. They also knew that if King Terenus's centralized approach had not been followed, Lordaeron might still be in the terror of the undead. In that case, they don't get anything.

As the aristocracy struggled to learn and use Locke's model of internal affairs, so did Berg, who had to ask questions along the way about what to do. To his surprise, their high lord was always able to give a reasonable solution.

Berg vaguely realized that this model had probably been running in the Great Lord's mind for a long time?

"The throne hall of Dragon Castle will be repaired in about half a month. The coronation cannot be delayed, and we still have a lot to do. So," said Locke, holding the bread in his lunch box, "for half a month, we'll only stay here for half a month and then leave." In the past half month, let's see how the quiet town where I lived when I was a child is developing now. See if the town where the undead civilians are going to be rebuilt has been rebuilt. ”

"That's great, Lord Harvey, we can't wait to change our minds to call you Your Majesty." Berg patted his ass slightly, and then he asked worriedly, "But do we really want to accept the undead in the ruins of the royal city?" My lord? Isn't that too risky? ”

"You know, our people have only just come out of the fear they have created."

"Watch your words Berg," Locke said to Berg solemnly, putting down the lunch box in his hand, "it's them, not them!" They were our people in Lordaeron and will be our people in the future after they die. ”

"But they're dead after all." Berg was still a little relieved, "How can the dead and the living be the same?" ”

The guards around them ate their food silently, staring at the campfire burning in front of them without saying a word, listening to what Locke had to say.

Locke pulls the bread in the lunch box with his chopsticks, and then drinks the soup inside and puts it on the ground in one gulp. Then he looked at Berg intently, "Do you have any family members who died at the hands of the undead?" ”

"Yes." Berg replied honestly.

"And do you hate them?"

"I used to hate it, but now as time goes by, I slowly forget it." Berg put down the lunch box in his hand, and he shrugged helplessly, "We are still alive, and we are always thinking about how to live." But because I was busy living, I gradually forgot my hatred. ”

As he spoke, Berg turned to the northwest and said, "My manor is near Karlston, not far from here, and my family is just a small family, and there is not much fiefdom. There is only one estate and a few kilometers of land around it. ”

"When the disaster came, my father, mother, younger brother, and sister all died at the hands of the undead who attacked the manor. Alas," Berg sighed, rubbing his nose, "and I was in the field with two of my servants to check on the monsters that the people had spoken of. In fact, those monsters are the newborn undead. ”

"Do you love your family? Do you love your younger siblings? ”

"Love, of course love. They are very nice people, my younger siblings... They're lively and smart, and they're... It's just a child...", Berg stopped talking, and the tears that he had been holding back for a long time could not hold back any longer.

"I don't mean for you to say the heartbreak again, but Berg, let's make an analogy." Locke switched places with the guard next to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "What if your family is resurrected like the undead?" They still have memories of their past lives, will you accept them? ”

"Nope! No way! Berg suddenly raised his head and stared at Locke with red eyes, "This is an act of desecration of corpses!" And no one can guarantee that the soul in that living corpse is still theirs?! ”

"I'm just making an analogy, if they are resurrected and become undead, can you accept them?!" Locke asked Berg in hot pursuit. "Speak your heart! Don't lie to me! ”

Rubbing his eyes and nose, Berg stood up irritably, and pleaded beside the campfire, "Please, sir, don't ask, I don't know!" I really don't know! ”

"I don't know if I can accept them, and I don't know what I should do! I don't know anything! Then the big man hid his face and wept bitterly.

"Even if they can really live, even if they exist as orcs, it's better than this!!"

Alas, Locke sighed, he saw Demytia on the opposite side frowning and glaring at him, Locke could only shrug his shoulders helplessly at her. Demytia also changed seats, comforting the man who was no older than Locke.

One of the people Locke came into contact with was that most of them reacted to their dead relatives after they were brought back to life as undead.

They long for their loved ones to accompany them, but they don't want them to be resurrected in the form of such ugly undead. The undead were their enemies, but now they have the potential to become their relatives?

This is the contradiction in everyone's heart, and even if Locke asks himself, it is difficult for him to accept this setting at first. It is only through subtle influence on the living that they can change their perception of the undead.

If the subtle influence? Just as Locke arranged, build a town where the free undead live. This is the first step to get people to accept this official premise first. Then the second step is to regularly arrange for people who want to find their loved ones to go inside to find their deceased relatives. At the same time, some volunteers will be arranged to live for a period of time in the town where the free dead live. Through their mouths, the mysterious side of the undead is revealed, and it spreads throughout human society.

In fact, after they have figured out that the spirits of the dead are not as dangerous as they think, it is believed that 50% of people will accept their deceased relatives in this form.

If Locke's plan can succeed, then Sylvanas's future will definitely not be the same as in the original plane.

If you can't....

Now this plan is just starting the first step... No! The first step has not yet begun. For the free undead to come to live in human society, Sylvanas had to nod, and her own attitude was unknown at the moment.

All of Locke's actions above were based on the fact that Sylvanas had not yet begun to blacken. As I said before, Locke would rather use her relatives to influence her, as long as she is really sensible, she can't bypass family and friendship!