That night, Lothar's dreadnought army set up camp and began to rest, while the two human soldiers of the Dreadnoughts chatted and kept on guard, and only then could they feel that they would not fall asleep standing due to fatigue.

"Brother George, did you say that the potion we drank earlier worked, as soon as I remembered that I was in this red mist, I felt panicked, and it was difficult to breathe. ”

"Gavin, don't scare yourself, that medicine won't work, we're going to get sick early, you still have to worry about it, we may face the battle tomorrow!"

"It's okay if you don't say it, but as soon as you say it, I get scared, I really don't know what kind of guy would do such a thing. ”

Gavin said, looking into the woods outside the camp, as if he felt that some kind of nightmare monster was watching him secretly.

At this moment, a palm suddenly slapped on his shoulder.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

The human soldier Gavin immediately let out a frightened "Ah!", and reflexively drew his sword and swung it behind him.

Just listening to the sound of "pop!", the person who was attacked was about to land on his head at the moment before the blade of the sword, a gassho, that is, a move to grab the white blade with his empty hand, clamped the deadly blade.

The atmosphere froze for a while, and George beside Gavin looked at Gavin's attacker with a surprised expression, and exclaimed, "Lord Marshal!"

As soon as Gavin heard this, his face turned white and bloodless, he obviously realized what he had done, he was on the battlefield, and almost killed their supreme commander with a sword, Gavin knees weakly, and immediately knelt in front of Lothar, and said in a mournful voice:

"Meta... Yuan... Marshal, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, please don't send me to a military court, I have an old mother and a younger sister at home, please open up!"

Lothar was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak, when he saw another soldier named George also knelt down and said, "Lord Marshal, this recruit is so nervous that he almost made a big mistake, but I have to blame me for scaring him, please be merciful." ”

"Eh, what are you doing? I don't have that in my legion, you're all right, it's just that I was too sudden, I scared this kid, no one was hurt, no one went to court-martial, get up. ”

As she spoke, Lothar helped the two of them up, smiled and said hello, and walked to another position, and the recruit named Gavin breathed a sigh of relief, panting as if he had just run a marathon.

Then he said to George beside him: "Eh, our marshal is so amiable, I just thought I was dead." ”

George on the other side listened, and immediately raised his hand to Gavin and gave two chestnuts: "You kid is really horizontal! Not long after coming here, I almost didn't kill our marshal with a sword, why do you dare to be so cowardly, pat you, you don't look at it, draw your sword and cut people!"

Gavin covered his head and said in a low voice: "No way, I knew that someone suddenly came to pat me on the shoulder at this time, and it was the marshal who returned the dam, and he was too, why is it so scary!"

"Hey, you stinky boy, you don't know what to do, this is the old rule of our marshal, as long as it is in wartime, the marshal will do it every night, let us know that he is by our side and cares about us, do you understand?"

The veteran taught the recruit a lesson, and in the shadows of the forest in the camp, some kind of ghost flickered.

The next day, Lothar led his troops all the way into the small town of Andorhar, and he was shocked to find that this main grain producing town of the Lordaeron Kingdom was already a ghost town, and all living things had disappeared without a trace, not even a living cockroach or rat could find one.

Lothar immediately sensed the anomaly, although many refugees in the eastern part of Lordaeron had evacuated to the Tyrisfa Forest, the hinterland of the Lordaeron Kingdom, but it was absolutely impossible for everyone, many people were unable to evacuate when they found out about the plague, unfortunately they would stay in their homes and wait for death to come, and now where did the bodies of those people go?

Lothar had a bad feeling that they couldn't find any clues, which was a problem in itself, maybe they should leave here and head to the next area, Lothar remembered that going north was the Valley of the Hearth, the territory of the famous Ferding family.

Tirio Fortin, the current High Lord of Hearthvale, is the disciple of Alonthos Fao, the Archbishop of the Light, and the five strongest paladins in the Alliance, the owner of the Covenant of Justice, and an old friend of Lothar and the brother of Tulayan.

Lothar heard from the refugees that Tirio Ferding did his best to concentrate the refugees after the plague, and together with his paladin apprentices in Hearthvale, he relied on the power of the Holy Light to suppress the refugees' illness.

At this time, there was nothing in Andorhar, and the situation in the Valley of the Hearthplace had to be worried, and Lothar immediately issued an order for the army to continue along the road and hurry to the Valley of the Hearth.

Unbeknownst to Lothar, however, his every move was captured by the eyes of the shadows.

Meanwhile, in the Valley of the Hearth, north of Andorhar, a showdown between light and evil is underway.

"Father, rest for a while, and I'll take your place. Tirio's son, Tyran Fordin, said to Old Fordin, who maintained the Light Barrier, with a weak and sad face.

They were now in a massive Cathedral of Light in the Valley of the Hearth, where the refugees were concentrated, and outside, there were countless wailing ghost shadows, trying to bring them the living, their own fate.

Tirio Fortin, who was just forty-five years old and in the prime of life, was like an old man about to enter the earth, his hair was gray, and his face was as white as paper, and the reason for this was because he was calling for the protection of the power of the Holy Light with all his heart and soul by overdrawing his spiritual power and life force.

And such days have lasted for three days without sleep, except for food and other necessary circumstances, he will let a few of his holy light disciples take his place, and the rest of the time he insists on here.

Tirio Fordin's eyes opened when he heard the words of his son Tyran, the great paladin looked very confused, his eyes were blank, and he could only faintly see the obsession in the depths of his gaze.

He wanted to protect his people, and he should protect his people, and he did, even if he might have sacrificed his life.

Tirio's son, young Tyran Fordin, burst into tears when he saw old Ferdin, and he was proud to have such a father!

However, at this moment, Tirio's face suddenly changed, and he sensed the changes in the outside world, and the shadows that attacked the Holy Light Enchantment of the Basilica of Light receded.

"Quick! Hurry up, open the door, the ghosts outside are gone, I want to see. ”

When Tyran Ferding heard this, he hurriedly helped his father and opened the door, the outside world was clear at this time, the sun was dazzling, this was a very normal scene, but he felt so beautiful.

"Father, we are saved, and the spirits of the dead have receded. ”

Tirio was shocked when he heard his son's words, but he mustered up a little spirit.

"It's not settled yet, I can't fall yet, what if it's a conspiracy of those ghosts?"

As soon as Tirio thought of this, he suddenly noticed that at the end of the avenue below the valley of the hearth, an army was galloping in their direction, and the man at the head, the faint golden light on his body, was so familiar and eye-catching, he was like a little light in the darkness.

"Thank you, old friend Lothar!" Tirio thought of this, and his eyes rolled and he fainted in his son's arms.