"That's... Well... You" Renault wanted to say something about what had just happened, but he couldn't say anything, and although Locke repeatedly insisted that it was an accident, Renault was still a little difficult to let go. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He touched his nose with some embarrassment.

By this time they had left the arsenal and were chatting in the prayer hall.

"It's okay, Reynold, Herod is an outstanding instructor, I'm sure he said it's okay, it's all right, and I'm glad to know him, we're going to be very good friends, you don't have to feel guilty about it, you see I'm not moving around, don't you?

Locke stretched out his arms and kicked his legs, moving his limbs.

"You're not going to tell our father, are you?" Renault asked, looking down at Locke.

"How so? It's just a normal training session, isn't it? Locke smiled and looked at Renault.

It seems that his father is really strict with him, as previously rumored.

Renault let out a deep sigh of relief, and then his whole body went limp, and he turned to his brother Dalyan.

"Dalyan, we're going to the cemetery later, it's not a place for you, so you better go back and train your strength first."

"Really? You don't mean to deliberately avoid where I'm going to play, are you? Dalyan tilted his head and looked at his brother suspiciously.

Renaud touched his nose and said with a serious face, "If you don't want to be scared by the ghosts wandering in the cemetery and can't sleep well at night, you can do anything." ”

Renault winked at Locke, who chimed in.

"Speaking of which, I fought with the ghosts a few times before I came here, and they were all in the same miserable condition as they were before they died, they..."

Dalyan stuck out his tongue, grimaced and ran away.

"Alright, finally shake off this annoying tail. Locke, I'll take you to the library. Renault smiled at Dalyan as he ran away, then turned to Locke.

"Library? Going to the library is so mysterious? What's so good about books? Locke looked at him puzzled.

"Who told you there are only books in the library?" Renault said meaningfully.

Led by Renault, they headed towards the door on the far right.

There are no guards standing guard here, everything is quiet, and there is an exit not far away that leads to the outside world.

"Be careful, there's here—" Renault said to Locke behind him, but was interrupted before he could finish.

Suddenly there was a loud roar in the distance.

"Close! Let the dogs go! ”

"There's a hound..."Renault laughed and shook his head, "Lockhee is too anxious"

From the flowerpond next to it, several large red earth dogs jumped out and pounced on them, heading straight for Locke.

Locke immediately turned on the holy shield and was about to take out his weapon, when Renault stopped him.

"Hey, don't move, don't be nervous." Renault first told Locke not to make a move, and then shouted at his neck.

"Lockhee, do you want your darlings to cook a paladin dinner for the night?"

"Hell! It's you again, Renault! Why do you always bring some strangers here?! ”

Then a hurried whistle came from a distance, and the dogs turned and ran away.

"Let's go, Locke, and show you the skills of our Crusader's dog trainer, Lockhee."

They followed the corridor to a small garden, and at the other end of the garden, a large group of red earth dogs was surrounding a middle-aged man. From time to time, they jumped and wanted to hook the meat in the hands of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was most conspicuously dressed in the Mediterranean hairstyle on his head, dressed in Crusader leather armor, with two one-handed axes stuck in his waist, and on his hands a soft red glove made of fine wire, and a large piece of bloody flesh in his hands.

"Hello, stranger, I'm Lokshi, I'm sorry I can't get my hands out." Lockhee said as he stretched out his head and gestured to the hound at his feet. "I still have to take care of them."

"Hello, I'm Rock Harvey." Locke also introduced himself.

When it comes to the dog trainer Lockhee, we have to talk about the equipment he dropped.

Dog whistle.

In the game, Lockhee doesn't do any harm, but he himself controls a large number of hounds to attack the enemies in front of him, and he controls the hounds through this dog whistle.

There used to be a lot of people who came to beat him side by side in order to collect this dog whistle.

"Great, baby, that's it," Lockhee said as he trained the hounds under his feet. "Renault, are you still the same as before? If yes, then I just saw that girl go in. ”

"No, I just took my friend inside to find Duane." Renault touched his nose with some embarrassment.

"Okay, stop quibbling, I don't know you Renault yet?" Locke sneered, and put the meat in his hand out, and suddenly the earth dogs all over the yard rushed out.

"There's nothing wrong with pursuing love and beauty, young man, I'm from here." Lockhee looked up at him as he spoke.

"Nope! We're just going to look for Duane, Lockhee, and as for the girl, well, stop by. Reynolds didn't admit it.

"Say whatever you want, well, I'm not wasting my time here with you little guys." Loxey blew his whistle, and dozens of dirt dogs poured in from outside.

"I won't send you away, you will do it yourself."

"Renault, do you like that girl?"

Out of the small garden, Locke couldn't help but ask Renault.

Locke, who is well versed in history, knows who Renault is talking about.

Sally Whitemane.

The most beautiful woman in the Crusaders, beauty first, just by her figure and dress, made her at the top of this list.

In the player's impression, as long as Whitemane is mentioned, she will think of her black stockings, shorts that expose her hips, and her bare white legs outside.

But who knew that she was also a kind and gentle girl.

In the previous life, the love between the two of them swept all over Azeroth, especially the dialogue, "Resurrect my warrior, fight for you my lady", which pushed them to the model of love. It's a pity that they both died at the hands of adventurers in the end.

There are two versions of Sally Whitemayne's life in the previous life, the first is that his father, like Locke's father, was once a subordinate of the High Lord Mograini, and Sally Whitemayne's father died in the battle in Andorhar, and entrusted the young Sally Whitemayne to the High Lord on his deathbed, and since then she has become the adopted daughter of the High Lord Mograine.

The second is that she witnessed a terrible scene in her childhood, when her family contracted the terrible plague of the undead while passing through North Lordaeron. When they became brainless minions, she was forced to kill her parents and siblings with her own hands, filled with guilt and anger, and later joined the Crusaders.

Neither of the above two versions can erase her talent, Sally Whitemayne has shown an unusual understanding and ability to use divine power from an early age, and under the guidance of many of her predecessors, Whitemayne soon became a famous priest in the Scarlet Crusade.

None of them can change her hatred of the undead, which also leads to her being kind and gentle, but she is corrupted by demons and degraded in the future.

What if it could change the trajectory of her fate in the future?

Locke couldn't help but ponder.

If she could, the Holy Light ability she mastered would be of great help to the Crusaders, after all, she would even be able to resurrect people in the future, and there are few heroes in Azeroth's history who can directly resurrect people.

And now Sally Whitemane is still a little girl, even though she has the pain of losing her family, but she is not too paranoid, paranoid to the point that she doesn't even let people go.

"No, I don't like it, it's just that we grew up together. Maybe I like it a little bit. Renault touched his nose and confided in Locke, who was his age.

"After all, he is my father's adopted daughter, my father's daughter, but she is a little beautiful."

Oh, haven't you started yet? Locke thought to himself.

If you don't start, it's easier to break you up, no matter what happened to you in the previous life, at least I want to break you up in this life.

Perhaps the reason for your father's murder was the temptation of the demon Banazal.

Maybe you think your father loves Dalyan more, and you are dissatisfied.

Maybe it's because your father doesn't approve that you like Whitemayne.

But I'm going to break you up, and I'm going to find a way to get rid of any action that is unfavorable to the crusaders!

"Alright, be quiet, the library is coming, and the dead-headed scholars, priests, and mages here won't give you face."

They walked through the garden to the end, at the end of which there was a door to the interior, from which was a scarlet carpet stretched along the road to the deepest part, and on both sides of the red carpet were showrooms of various sizes, and there were many scholars in Crusader robes studying the antiquities in the inside, and they talked softly from time to time, studying the history of those things inside,

"This is the Treasure Showroom, which houses some of the treasures of Lordaeron in the past, but there are only so many of them, and now we have to feed a large army, and sometimes we have to sell some of the treasures in it due to financial crises."

Locke looked around him, and from time to time there was a portrait of a warrior in armor and a weapon on the wall, and at the bottom there was an introduction to the portrait person. There are also some old porcelain objects in the showrooms on both sides, ranging from the Night Elf kingdom of Teddashir, to blood elves from Quel'Thalas, and even troll-related artifacts.

There are a large number of archaeological organizations here, who are obsessed with these artifacts that belong to antiquity, trying to find out the secrets of the past from above.

Passing through the exhibition rooms on both sides, leaving the obsessive scholars and archaeologists on their faces, they arrived at the library.

On the walls on either side were neatly rows of books, clearly classified, surrounded by robed people who were fascinated by them, including scholars, priests, and mages. There are also a small number of warriors in armor who read among them, for whom knowledge is everything.

Some of them sat on the stone benches beside them, and some of them stood there directly, quietly holding the books in their hands, sinking into them and unable to extricate themselves.

Renaud poked Locke with his hand and did not speak.

Locke looked back at him.

He gestured to a girl sitting quietly reading a book in the far corner.