Albert scratched his cheek with a quill and sighed, then picked up the piece of paper, which had taken him ten minutes, and threw it out in a ball.

"Hey!"

Dining, who happened to push the door in, was almost smashed, but fortunately, he instinctively took a step ahead, and he had dodged before he realized what was flying over. He glanced down, lifted his foot and kicked the ball of paper into the room, then closed the door with his foot.

"I'm sorry, mate. But I really ...... Alas. ”

Albert shook his head in frustration. Even when he was asked to write poetry in literature class, he didn't feel so upset.

Two hours earlier, they had returned to Talenmere. After a series of explanations, discussing plans, receiving thanks, and so on, all the time of the young people was spent on this official document. But until now, seeing that the clock was pointing to ten o'clock, and even Dinen had returned to the inn from the blacksmith shop, he had found nothing.

"It's just an official document, is it that difficult?" Dineen looked down at the floor of the room, and realized that he was in danger of being overwhelmed with paper balls soon. Maybe he should turn around and go out and buy another dozen pieces of paper now—he can't write official documents on ordinary papyrus, right?

Albert held his forehead: "But, I really can't imagine Blackmore's tone......"

His impressions of Blackmore were all based on his experiences in the gladiatorial arena and Thrall's descriptions, and he had no liking for this vile villain. But now he needs to put himself in the other person's shoes and understand the way the other person thinks, which is too uncomfortable for Albert.

Dineen could fully understand his dilemma. But that's not the point of the problem.

"Who told you to imitate Blackmore?" He was surprised.

Albert was stunned by his question: "...... Shouldn't such an order be issued by the military governor of the region? "Besides, he's still the master of Thrall. It makes sense that Blackmore should have given the order.

Dineen sighed.

"But you're a paladin, man." He reminded, "Could it be that the generals of Lordaeron are able to command the members of the Silver Hand?" You should be imitating the bishop of the region—who's in charge of the church in this place? ”

"Uh, Bishop Gobert Lance......"

"That's him." Dineh spread out his hand, "Okay, is it still difficult to do this?" ”

Albert suddenly brightened, smiled and shook his head: "Of course not." ”

Blackmore, who had been promoted from the army, lacked the teaching of aristocratic etiquette, and despite his efforts, his words and deeds tended to be straightforward, vulgar, and illogical. This was also the most difficult part of Albert before. And when the subject is replaced by a similarly well-educated bishop of the region, the young paladin can easily imitate - his elders are almost all equally noble, wise, and in charge of government, and Albert has seen too much. Even the teaching-like tone that was influenced by the scriptures is very similar because they share the same beliefs.

This time, Albert only thought about it for a few minutes before he shook. When he pushed the paper in front of Dineen, half of the ink hadn't dried.

Dineen took a general look and found that there was nothing wrong with him, so he picked up an apple from the side and began to peel it. With Albert as an aristocrat, he didn't even have to study heraldry on the spot, he just did what his partner described.

"I think ......" Two minutes later, Albert looked at the bright red seal a little speechlessly, feeling the smell of apple juice all over it, "Why don't you use a wooden block, Dining?" ”

"Huh? Oh, handy. Dineh bit the remaining half of the apple in her mouth and replied vaguely, "It's okay, I haven't done this once or twice, the actual difference is very small." ”

He was mindful of his strength and didn't get any juice. This is not a battle, the only variable is the force applicator, and the problem with the material is not obvious.

The corners of Albert's eyes twitched, "What the hell did you do before?" Do you specialize in forging official documents? After he complained about this, he couldn't help but be happy.

Dineen rolled her eyes at her overwhelmed partner, completely unaware of what his joke was.

"I'm an army commander."

Hearing this, Albert restrained the smile on his face, and despite his speculation, this answer was still a little surprising to him. After all, Dineen's self-styled rampage is not quite similar to the military. What's more, he also said that he doesn't like others to criticize him.

"It is true that I enlisted in the army temporarily because of a special situation, and the direct command of me happens to be one of the people I respect." Dinen answered his question.

The situation was indeed quite unique, as Dinen made a good impression on the Draenor natives when he crossed the Dark Gate, and Khadgar expressed his desire to cooperate with him, coupled with the lack of understanding of the world among the candidates who were qualified for the position, and finally King Varian was able to award him the title of Commander of the Draenor Alliance, which allowed Dinen to take over the position of Commander of the Draenor Alliance, assisted by MI7. In fact, many matters of the army were still handled by specialized military advisers, and Dinen was the commander who acted as the vanguard as he had done in Pandaria, relying on excellent personal ability and mobility to support, attack, coordinate, raid, and other activities.

And after returning to Azeroth, although Dinen lost the command of the army, he was not deprived of his military rank, after all, he himself had no merits, performed well, and was a staunch royal party, without factional colors. So when the demons invaded, the military department naturally regarded him as a member of the army and was dispatched to the front line as ordered.

Of course, this order was signed by the king. Dinen admired Varian and loved Anduin from the bottom of his heart, and for emotional reasons, the command of father and son had the same effect on him. If it is changed to a nobleman or a minister, Dineen will only treat the other party as a deaf ear.

Because of this, his subordinates, except for some of Draenor's veterans, are all miscellaneous soldiers of different origins, and a small number of generals from the regular army are also quite dissatisfied with him. It took a lot of effort on Dineh's part to straighten out the troops—who made him himself a thorn in the coffin if he didn't agree with him. Not to mention the lack of staffing, lack of logistics, and so on.

But it was such a force, in the last battle, it fought the enemy to the end, no one retreated, no one could doubt their courage and glory, and Dinen was proud of them.

- We've been fighting until the last minute, and if you guys don't kill Gul'dan, we'll settle the score in hell!

Dinen smiled and shook his head, not knowing if the hells of the parallel world were connected. He retracted his thoughts and turned his attention to the present moment.

"Okay, I'll go to the mayor, I've already told him I'm going to talk privately."

"I'll go with you." Albert naturally followed him to his feet.

Dinen looked at the exhaustion on his face and sighed, "You can't just stay here and have a good rest and eat dinner by the way—oh, sorry." ”

The paladin, who still had little appetite, glared at him. The culprit raised his hand to signal surrender.

***

When the two outsiders stepped out of the inn, they were shocked to find that the peaceful atmosphere of the town had suddenly changed. People rushed through the streets, shouting and crying in panic. Members of the vigilante are sweating profusely to intercept the crowd and maintain order.

Dineh originally planned to drag someone over to inquire about the situation, but seeing that they were lacking in skills, he simply gave up and went straight to the mayor.

They found Barbeck in the church. The short and fat mayor was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and when he saw them come in, he immediately greeted them with joy.

"Thank the Light! I'm just about to send someone to find you......"

"What's wrong?" Dineen asked.

As they spoke, people were being carried in and lowered, and Albert made a cursory count and found that there were already a dozen of them. He vaguely remembered that he had met a few of them before, and they seemed to be healthy at the time.

"It's a curse!" Mayor Murmur gritted his teeth and said, "It must be the good deeds of those necromancers who deserve to go to hell!" ”

Dinen glanced at him thoughtfully, and walked over to examine the men.

The townsfolk didn't have the slightest wound on their bodies, but they were still blue-faced, unconscious, and breathing very weakly. It does look like some kind of curse effect. According to the mayor of the town, the first person had a sudden onset of symptoms half an hour ago, and the condition deteriorated very quickly, and now he is almost dying. It is conceivable that these remaining people will become quite bad in the near future, and if a solution is not found soon, it is likely to be life-threatening.

Albert tried to heal them, but the Light was not a panacea, and the simple and crude treatment didn't do much. Seeing this, Dineh simply asked him not to waste his efforts in vain. Even if the strength attributes are completely opposite, it takes a certain amount of skill to lift the curse. Albert's ability to figure out the most basic healing techniques without guidance is already good. If it is so simple to further master the skills that many priests also need to do penance—then he must be the son of the Light.

Hearing the irony in his partner's words, Albert withdrew his hand with a wry smile.

Later, they called the victim's family and questioned them carefully. Who have you come into contact with, what have you eaten, and are there any abnormalities in your home...... But the disappointment is that nothing special about everything, not even finding common ground. Dinen then went to question their companions, especially the two rescued. They are the most likely to be manipulated in the shadows.

But no. Although Dineen can't use spells, he can at least detect anomalies. So he can be sure that the key is not in them.

Seeing that they couldn't find the slightest clue, everyone was a little depressed for a while. Brand, who had just lost his brother, was so angry that he couldn't help but slam his fist on the back of the bench and roared in a low voice, "I must send those bastards to hell with my own hands!" ”

Hearing this, Mayor Barbeck's eyes lit up, and he looked at the two outsiders in embarrassment and hesitation.

"Is there anything you'd like to say, Mr. Mayor?" Albert noticed his gaze and asked naturally.

Dinein, who was already aware of it, frowned, and poked him hard in the ribs, causing the young paladin to breathe in pain. But the words have already been asked, and they can't stop the other party from taking over the conversation.

"Yes, I'm wondering if the curse was cast by the necromancers," Mayor Mare said urgently, "so if they're destroyed, will they be able to ......?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone already understood what he meant.

"So-"

"Nope."

Dineen interrupted Albert's promise in a cold voice. His cold gaze forced everyone who still wanted to fight a few words to swallow their words back.

It's not that he didn't think about it, in fact it was the easiest way – and the most dangerous. It was close to midnight, which was the time when the undead were most active, and after a failed trap, the Cultists of the Damned must have been alerted, either shifting or on guard. On the side of the living, it is impossible for the security team to leave Tarenmere, and with the already exhausted Dinen and Albert, and the lack of intelligence and support, how can they all be wiped out without missing a single one?

This is to die. No doubt.

The safest way is to wait until dawn to lead the security team to encircle and suppress. But—

"We've got to give it a try." Albert looked at him firmly, "These people probably won't make it to the dawn, Dinein. ”

But his greatest obstacle was never these people, but his companions whose sense of justice was overflowing.

"They may or may not die." Dineen replied coldly, "But we will definitely die." There is not even a chance of success. ”

He is not afraid of sacrifice, but senseless sacrifice is meaningless. Besides, it is impossible for Dineen to bury himself here, he has more important things to do.

"So, we won't leave town until dawn, that's my decision. Do you understand? ”

Despite the rhetorical question, it is in fact a conclusion that cannot be refuted. Dinen didn't wait for a possible answer before standing up and walking straight to the door. He knew that the naïve young man would be angry, or unwilling, resistant, disappointed, or disdainful—but it didn't matter, it was better than being a cold corpse.

"-No."

He stopped.