"Sergeant Dram, thank the Light for being able to meet the living here."

The middle-aged man walked over and hugged Ares. The whole expression looked very excited and delighted. Ares understood this gesture and expression, and it was simply a thrill to see the survivors in a land ravaged by the undead scourge. Just like at this moment, Ares is in this mood. This sister has finally seen a living person, and it is impossible for an entire army to be disguised as undead.

"Ares, well, now you are my brother, and all who are alive are friends in trouble. Tell me, brother, how come there are only four of you left? ”

Drum excitedly grabbed Ares by the shoulder, then looked at the person behind him, and asked anxiously. He could probably guess something.

"In the event of a sneak attack, most of them died."

"At Stratholme?"

After Ares finished speaking, Dram's expression began to grow heavy and a little angry.

"Yes, and on the way out of Stratholme. We encountered undead in disguise in a village. There were only eight people who had escaped from Stratholme, and now I was the only one left with them. ”

Ares sat down and said.

The soldiers behind Drum began to light fires and prepare food. Ares noticed that the group was not very large, almost a hundred people, five knights, a priest, and the rest of the infantry.

"It's unfortunate news, but now that you've met us, I still have some food in my team to ensure that we spend at least half a month."

"Thank you, Sergeant Drum."

"Call me brother."

"Brothers......

Uncle laughed, it was the first time Ares had encountered such a heroic human in Azeroth.

"Brother, tell me, where are you going next?"

Drumm sat down cross-legged, and the soldier had piled a pile of dry wood between the two of them, ready to start a fire.

"The Hand of Tyr."

Ares replied calmly.

"The Hand of Tyr? Damn, you're going back? To go back to the Scarlet Crusaders? ”

Ares didn't expect the Scarlet Crusade sergeant on the other side to be so excited by his answer. (The Hand of Tyr was an important military base and base camp for the Scarlet Crusaders.) ）

"Where are you going without returning to the Crusader base?"

"No, I'm not going back. You shouldn't go back either, brother. No one who is alive should go back! ”

Drumm said dissatisfied. The words reveal resentment and contempt. Contempt for the Scarlet Crusaders.

"Why?"

This answer surprised Ares, who had seen the Scarlet Crusaders for the first time, so resistant to his own organization, even full of insult and disdain.

"They are demons, inhuman things. Da Sohan, see what he did? He led us to attack Stratholme, which was originally a suicide plan, Stratholme has countless undead, extremely high-level undead monsters, those demon spiders, which we ten warriors can't deal with, and the Banshee Soul even needs a priest and paladin to eliminate. In the face of a sea of skeletons and zombies, our warriors are too powerless. Even if the size of the Crusaders were to increase tenfold, I don't think they would be able to capture Stratholme, but Dathohan let us attack there, and as a result, more lives were turned into undead soldiers. The leaders of the crusaders don't care whether we live or die. What else to do back there? It's just a magic cave! ”

Drumm spoke indignantly in front of Ares. It seems that he is not afraid that the brother he just met will go back to snitch. Ares didn't know where he got his confidence, but he just nodded his head.

But then, another thought came to mind.

"But brother, where can we go now, except for the Hand of Tyr? Lordaeron was shrouded in the plague, and the northern continent was gray, except for Stormwind in the south, but it wasn't Varian who rebuilt the capital. There is Quel'Salas further north, but I've heard that the High Elves have severed their ties with humans, and that they are not in danger of being threatened by the undead scourge. So, now, apart from the Hand of Tyr, the humans of the north have no other refuge at all. Where can we go? ”

Ares asked rhetorically.

Such a question made Drum depressed, indeed, the native human uncle was not as familiar with the geography of Azeroth as the crossing dog. Ares knew that beyond the Eastern Kingdoms, there was another vast continent - Kalimdor. However, the people who live in Lordaeron can be said to know very little about it.

"Anyway, I'm not going to go back to that damn bloody base, Dasohan really doesn't value his men. Grass Kan human life! ”

Drumm said resentfully that his resentment came from the siege of Stratholme, a battle in which Ares knew that the Crusaders had suffered heavy losses.

"But wandering outside, our lives are even more precarious."

Ares shrugged and sighed.

"Brother, I hate the undead as much as you do, and at the same time resent Dassohan's leadership of the Crusaders, but, the reality is, we have nowhere to go now but the Scarlet Crusaders, but the Hand of Tyr. We can slowly fight for it from within, to break the leadership of Dassohan over the Crusaders, yes, I, like you, I deeply feel that Dassohan will lead the Scarlet Crusaders to the abyss of destruction, and before that, we must stop him, not run away from him, escape from the Scarlet Crusaders, we have no way to live in peace, we can only change it. ”

Seeing that Drumm was hesitating, Ares continued. Although from the bottom of his heart, Ares knew that the leader of the Scarlet Crusaders, Dasohan, was long dead, and now it was replaced by the demon Banazar, who took possession of Dasohan's body to lead the demagogic Scarlet Crusaders.

However, even if he knew such a fact, Ares could not tell it, after all, he had no evidence, so he could not convince everyone. Exposing such a truth too early is easy for Banazal to retaliate. Everything, so to speak, is difficult.

"Well, what you say seems to have a point."

After some analysis by Ares, Drumm nodded helplessly. In these days, there are always more enemies than allies. Drum seemed to cherish every comrade he met, who had crawled out of Stratholme's hell.