Back in time when Locke had just arrived in Talenmere, far away in the Scarlet Abbey of the Tirisfard Glades, High Lord Mograine and his advisor, High Prosecutor Falbanks, were whispering outside the cathedral.

"Since the rebuilding of our Knights, our current situation is much better than before." Fairbanks smiled and stroked his balding hair, and he continued to say to High Lord Mograine, "I seem to see the day when our Lordaeron will be restored. ”

High Lord Mograini shook his head solemnly, "We can't afford to have any pride or complacency on this issue. We didn't do it well enough, to know that the Scourge undead destroyed our country! They are our most dangerous enemies. ”

"The future of Lordaeron is on our shoulders. So we can't be too careful! ”

Fairbanks shrugged, "The Scourge Undead's movement in the Tirisfal Glade has been confined to Mill Town. The entire Tirisfal Woodland is currently safe. ”

"The Valley of the Hearth, under the command of Grand Commander Dassault, has repelled several undead attacks. Baron Tyrosus and General Abidis, one in the Chapel of the Light's Wish and the other in charge of the local defense at the Hand of Tyr, support each other. We've established ourselves in East Lordaeron, and I think the next step is just to get rid of the undead. ”

"I have to say, your arrangement is excellent. Although the two of them quarreled from time to time over the issue of ideas, this did not affect their seriousness towards our cause. ”

Fairbanks instantly thought of Abydis's elongated face, this guy was actually very reluctant to cooperate with Tairossos. But an army is an army, and when an order is given, it must be obeyed. Abidis had no choice but to take the Third Army to the hand of Tyre, and the western defense of the Eastern Lordaeron region was handed over to the Grand Commander Dasuo Khan and the lord Tyran Fordin.

After Abidis took over the defense of Tyr from Lord Waldmar, he began to train the soldiers of the local garrison. At the same time, the addition of elite soldiers from the Third Legion under his command greatly alleviated the problem of insufficient manpower in the eastern half of the Eastern Lordaeron region.

"We are both silver hands, and we are brothers to each other," the thick yellow beard on the High Lord's chin quivered, and he said with a smile, "It's normal for brothers to have different ideas, just don't go overboard." Both of them are smart people and don't have thoughts about each other that they shouldn't have. ”

Fairbanks was convinced of this, and the Knights of the Silver Hand thought that they were the most powerful armed force in the kingdom of Lordaeron in the first place. The candidates who can join the Silver Hand are all members of the aristocracy. And the cultivation and quality that nobles should have, they will not let the members of the knights act against their conscience.

Shaking his head, forcing himself not to think too much, Fairbanks thought of another piece of Crusader-controlled territory.

"As for the state of the Silver Pines Forest," said Fairbanks, smiling as he touched his new white and blue robes of the High Priest, "in the northern part of Locke's occupation, it has become another paradise for our Lordaerons. Many officers and soldiers chose to send their families to live in Ivar, which is said to be on the verge of prosperity as the pre-war royal city of Lordaeron. ”

"And the newly-born city of Iva seems to have become the heart of our soldiers to fight with peace of mind. Lo and behold, most of our new robes and armor came from there. You know, we didn't even have decent supplies before. ”

The Great Lord subconsciously looked down at the brand-new battle robe on his chest, and on the blue and white battle robe, the blue double-headed eagle was lifelike.

Yes, since the supply from the Silver Pines Forest, the life of the Crusaders has been much better. Soldiers don't have to spend all day searching through all the ruins of buildings to find useful belongings. They can devote most of their time to training and fighting.

The soldiers' lives, equipment, family problems, etc., everything is guaranteed.

The High Lord Mograini was a little happy in his heart, and he could often think of the joy he felt when he first met Locke. He was just the son of his old friend and subordinate at the time, and it was just easy to help him, but he didn't expect him to bring such a big change to himself.

Not far away, the sound of horse-drawn carriages tapping was constant, and supplies from all over the world were transported here every day from the Silver Pine Forest. The main thing is that he doesn't need to worry about these things.

"But then again, this kid has been in Quel'Salas for so long. Why haven't you come back yet? Could it be that something has happened? Fairbanks touched his bald head and said thoughtfully, "The Southern Theater needs him to preside over the overall situation, and if it is Brigitte alone, I am afraid it will be a little difficult." ”

"You don't have to worry about that," said High Lord Mograine, touching the thick yellow beard on his chin, and said to Fairbanks with a smile, "Have you forgotten Hudson?" He's an old friend of ours, and we've been fighting side by side for years. Moreover, Locke is also much smarter than you think. ”

"Iva is a city he's worked so hard to build, and he's going to leave enough people he can trust to manage the day-to-day operations. He understands what Eva means to us now. So...."

"So what?" Fairbanks interrupted old Mograine's conversation, touching his bald head and asking, "Power can change a person, and he will always encounter all kinds of temptations at such a young age." Aren't you afraid that he will have other ideas? For example......"

Flushbankston paused, and he pointed to the looming city of Lordaeron on the hill of the Compass, and looked meaningfully at the Great Lord. "You know, we're all old, and we may not live for a few years....."

"If our royal family still has blood, I don't think he will do this." The High Lord looked firmly into the distance, and he said in words that were almost swearing, "I trust my eyes, and I ......"

"Since we put him in that position, we have chosen to believe him." The Great Lord smiled and looked at his advisor, who shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "At least, his decisions are all right now, aren't they?" ”

"And ......," the big lord's smile slowly faded, and he said with a solemn expression, "Our country does need a king, but it won't be us. This king must be able to resist all kinds of pressures and be able to give the people a new hope. ”

"If Princess Kalia, the last heir to the royal family, can appear as soon as possible, we will immediately embrace her and become our queen!" The Great Lord sighed, "If it doesn't work......"

"Okay, let's not talk about that." Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Farbanks smiled and said to the High Lord, "I'm looking forward to what Locke can get from the elves, and the temper of the elves may be what he can bear." ”

"What do you get?" High Lord Mograines shook his head, "The elves regard us as traitors, and in our eyes, how can they not be traitors?" There are many contradictions between us, and this is just one of them. But that doesn't justify our hatred of each other......"

Not far away, there was an uproar from the ranks of patrolling soldiers, and the two prosecutors who were on patrol appeared to be arguing, and they were arguing about it.

The soldiers looked at them with a blank look at each other, and the line stopped.

High Lord Mograini and Farbanks turned their heads together. Two priests in red prosecutor's robes were communicating, and their voices seemed to be a little loud.

"Do we really want to screen our ranks for the spies of the Scourge of the Undead?" The seemingly young prosecutor asked the older prosecutor.

"Yes, Yuri. We have to do it, and we need to do it. The older prosecutor nodded firmly.

"But Mentor Eric, how do we believe that the undead are really lurking in our ranks?" The young prosecutor Yuri continued to ask with some hesitation, "And on what evidence do we have to conclude that someone must be the spy of the undead?" ”

"With your eyes, Yuri!" Mentor Eric looked sharply at the young prosecutor with his eagle-like eyes. "Observe everyone's behavior that is different from ordinary people! Watch their eyes, watch everything about them! ”

"But none of this proves that they have been corrupted by the dark magic of the undead, and thus become the spies of the undead." The young prosecutor shook his head, "We've all done experiments, we've seen with our own eyes, the Holy Light can not only kill the dead, but also heal..."

"Shut up! Yuri! Mentor Eric rudely interrupted the young prosecutor's questioning, and he pulled the young prosecutor away from the soldiers, and then he looked straight at Yuri with sharp eyes, "We can't find evidence that they are not undead, but we also can't find evidence that they are undead!" Isn't it?! Since it can't be proved that he is not, then he is! ”

"We can't let go of anything suspicious because we have our family behind us. Your mom and dad, and your younger siblings! Do you understand?!! ”

Yuri, a young prosecutor with freckles on his face, looked at his mentor fixedly.

“......”

The young prosecutor was silent, and he suddenly remembered the reason that the Prince of Arthas had been relayed to him by the others when he heard of the massacre of Stratholme.

"If there is no guarantee that no one in the city will be infected with the plague, then I will have to assume that they are all infected!"

This sentence is very similar to what his current mentor Eric said!

“...... So, Mentor Eric, what do you think of what Arthas is doing in Stratholme? Facing his mentor, Yuri finally mustered up the courage and couldn't help but ask.

"Arthas is a brute, but what he did in Stratholme ......" Eric paused, turning to look at Yuri seriously. I would say, that's exactly what I want. ”

"......" the young prosecutor was silent again.

"Surprised? Is it? I ask you, if Alsace had not slaughtered the city, and that there had been people in Stratholme who had been infected with the plague of the Scourge...... Even if the number of infected people is only one thousandth of the city's population," Mentor Eric's expression softened a little, and he instructed the young prosecutor, "and what do you think Lordaeron will be like today?" ”

Yuri muttered a few times in his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"Can't imagine it, can it?"

"Then I tell you, if that were the case, the Scourge would have gathered a huge force like it is today, and those of us who are still struggling today may not even have a chance to escape! In extraordinary times, some sacrifices are necessary, even if they involve too many innocent people. ”

The older prosecutor waved his hand and motioned for the patrolling soldiers to go first, he needed to teach his good students well.

"So, in my personal opinion, Alsace was right at the time. Even if he is scolded for this, you have to admit that he is a responsible person. ”