"Hello, Great Lord, I'm Bridget, Bridget. Abydis. This is the fortress of the Scarlet Expeditionary Force and a place of refuge. Welcome, Ember Bringer. ”

The female general took off her cloak, walked up to Ares, and said politely. Compared to the officer he met when he entered the door, the supreme commander of the Scarlet Crusader in front of him seemed to be much more qualified and self-contained. And the name Bridget also woke up to Ares' dream. My guess was not wrong, the down-and-out and generous female general in front of me was the little girl who went out with the army in Lordaeron back then. Time flies, ten years, enough to change a lot, the immature little girl at the beginning, has now become a female general who guards one side. I have to say that creation makes people.

"Thank you for your hospitality, General. I have a question, General. ”

"Excuse me?"

Bridget said, politely walking over to Ares, sitting down, and listening.

"You say your name is Bridget? Then you are the father is not Alfred. Abydis? ”

Staring at Bridget's familiar and unfamiliar face, Ares asked seriously.

"Yes, my father is indeed Alfred, he was once the general of the Scarlet Crusade and the commander of this expeditionary force, and he brought us here."

Bridget replied calmly.

Ares noticed that she spoke of her father with a hint of sadness and helplessness. Although this is subtle, it was captured by Ares.

"What about General Abydis?"

Ares asked curiously, even though he had almost guessed the answer in his mind.

"He's dead."

"Oh...... I'm sorry. ”

"It's okay, there's nothing to hide. Everyone here knows that he died in honor of battle, and he and his brothers and comrades-in-arms died in battle on this cold continent. ”

Brigitte said, forcing a smile. It was hard for Ares to imagine how a young girl could have grown up in this helpless barracks. Her metamorphosis was much faster and more difficult than that of her peers. It is impossible to imagine how Brigitte survived the countless nights of the undead.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to entertain you. Guards ......"

While chatting, Bridget summoned the soldiers. Yes, all the people here are warriors. Even if it's a waitress and a cook in the kitchen...... Instead, Ares had the illusion of going back in time. When I was reborn on the territory of the Scarlet Crusaders, what I met and saw was such a crusader, a highly militarized organization with all the people in the army.

"As soon as he landed, he launched an attack on the Scourge undead. We fought so hard that my father was on the verge of finding a shortcut to Icecrown. It is said to be an underground passage for the Zerg. Unfortunately, we didn't find it in the end. The increasing number of troops from the natural disaster blocked the way forward and blocked the way for us to retreat. The soldiers of the Scarlet Expeditionary Force fought bloodily and finally broke out of the siege. But my father was also poisoned in that fight. He died shortly after returning to camp. In order to stabilize the morale of the army, his subordinates urged me to become the new commander of this army. I was only sixteen years old, and I had nothing but youth and strong blood. It was my father's loyal subordinates who helped me grow up. Some of them died in the successive battles that followed. I have laid tombstones for them one by one. And recorded their glorious lives. But who knows...... I didn't think I could go back until you landed on the shore, and I didn't think anyone would come. ”

Sitting in the reception hall of the Scarlet Crusader Fortress, enjoying the food, Ares listened to Bridget talk about what had happened on the continent of Northrend over the past decade. You must know that in the past few years, there have been many major events, not only in Northrend, but also in the Eastern Continent and Kalimdor.

What Bridget knew, Ares didn't. What Ares knew, Bridget didn't, was the main topic of their conversation. From the general's account, Ares could probably imagine the scene when the Scarlet Expeditionary Force ventured to land in Northrend. It must be worse than what happened to the Alliance Expeditionary Force today. They fought alone, without an ally, with few supplies and no follow-up supplies, fighting on the belief that they were the enemy. If it weren't for being corrupted by demons, Ares believed the Scarlet Crusade would be the finest military organization ever created. Unfortunately, the more the spear shot the first bird, the more the backbone of the Scourge Legion resisted, the more it was taken seriously by the demons and the Lich King.

"And how did you settle here?"

Ares asked. To be able to survive so many years on the territory of the Scourge is a miracle in itself.

"After that battle, the undead army continued to hunt us down, and the warriors endured their wounds and fought all the way to the scourge army. Until we found a valley. The terrain was precarious, and with the advantage of the terrain, we were able to defend against wave after wave of undead attacks. But eventually we ran out of food. Some warriors and paladins volunteered to stay behind and defend the valley so that the rest of us could escape. ”

"So you really left them behind?"

Liadline began to feel a little resentful.

"We have no choice but to do this. Only then can the expeditionary force leave the seeds of hope. ”

Bridget replied.

"Let her finish, Captain."

Ares stopped Liadrin's mid-minute interjection.

"Then we got here, and the wizards in the army hid the camp with magic. We cut down some trees and built the first forts. After a few months, the Scourge still hadn't found us, and I sent my best Scout cavalry to investigate the situation, and it seemed that the demons and the undead were fighting each other, so we had a chance to breathe. Later, we mined ore here, expanded forts and fortresses. ”

"I want to know, what does this army of thousands of people eat every day? What is the main source of food for the expeditionary force? ”

Ares asked.

"It's the one you just ate."

Bridget replied with a smile.

"Meat?"

"Yes, meat and fruit. This desolate land is not covered with snow all year round, it also has short summers, but short, very short. There are only two months, and the four seasons cannot be judged by Lordaeron's weekly calendar, and it will be another hundred and twenty days or so before the real summer season begins. When summer arrives, so does the local animals of Northrend. We'll hunt the tallest of them all, the mammoth. Don't be surprised, what you just ate was mammoth meat that was frozen last year......"

After Bridget finished speaking, Ares suddenly felt very sick. But still have to smile on the surface......

"This large animal is bigger than anything we've ever seen in Lordaeron, and a single mammoth is enough for us to eat for two months. During the short summer months, we have to go out and kill enough mammoths to store food. In addition, there is a hill to the east, where the climate is much warmer, which can provide us with some berries to improve the diet. But the road is far away, and there will be many more undead there than here. ”

"Well, that's where we came from."

Ares sighed.

"After all these years, the Scourge Legion hasn't looked for you again?"

Liadline asked.

"No, there aren't many undead in this area, and perhaps over the years, the Lich King has long forgotten about the Scarlet Crusaders. Even the people of Lordaeron have forgotten us, let alone the Scourge ......"

When Bridget said this, Ares suddenly felt a pang of bitterness. Indeed, the crusaders bewitched by the devil were bloodthirsty and terrifying. However, a pure crusader army is noble and selfless, just like the army in front of him, and the Light tells Ares that they are by no means undead, and from Bridget's account, Ares is sure that they are not the evil organization bewitched by demons. They are like a sad song, echoing in the bleak night sky of Northrend, gradually forgotten.