Compared to the well-armed soldiers of the Storm Whip, the defenders of the Valley of Refuge looked much shabby, with faded flags, patched armor, and gaped weapons everywhere showing the decline of this army.

Seeing Diego and his party, a small group of soldiers guarding the valley came up to greet him.

"Lieutenant Varokal, you're finally back!" Looking at Valokar in the crowd, the team leader said with relief.

"What happened?" The lieutenant walked over and asked in a low voice.

"Garin got drunk and started to get drunk again, yelling for a woman!" The team leader said helplessly.

"What the hell!" Vacarol cursed viciously, he groaned for a moment, and then walked back to Diego's side, his face clouded, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, it seems that His Royal Highness the Prince can't meet with you today, if we can, we will arrange this meeting as soon as possible!" ”

"It's okay, I'm here for you!" Diego said understandingly, "You can go about your business." ”

After apologizing again, Lieutenant Valrocal and his men left in a hurry, leaving the squad leader to lead Diego and his party into the valley in search of shelter.

"I think I can understand what you said." In the middle of the team, Masrae whispered to Huffman that what he had seen and heard along the way had completely subverted his perception of a nobleman, especially a prince.

"You'll be an eye-opener." Huffman also replied in a whisper that, as a human, he knew much more about Garin Torbain.

It's a small valley only a few miles long, with steep cliffs on both sides, and only one exit in the north and south directions, making it a good place to defend and difficult to attack, but again, if the enemy blocks both ends, it will be a Jedi to catch turtles in an urn.

"To be honest, I would never put myself in such a cage if I had the choice." Following Diego's side, Huffman whispered.

"Let's see." Diego said quietly.

Like all refugee camps, the Valley of Refuge was a jumble of shabby shacks and rags, and the low-lying ground was covered with dirty mud that made a disgusting popping sound when stepped on. Only in the widest part of the canyon were some large ornate tents erected, and many military tents were densely scattered around it, which was supposed to be the royal camp of Garin Torbain. Although he was fleeing, the prince did not forget to put on his own show.

Diego and his party weaved through the low shacks, the ragged, scrawny Riptide refugees staring numbly at the unfamiliar army in bright armor. The arrival of these men did not encourage them, and in fact there seemed to be a hint of resentment on the faces of the refugees when they saw the large groups of cavalry and infantry marching in formation on the only dirt path in the valley that could be called a "road". Prince Garin's madness had completely destroyed the love and confidence of these devastated refugees in the nobility and the army, and in their hearts, since the nobles who had taken the last copper plate in their hands had not fulfilled their duty to protect the people, then they should not be expected to support their lords again.

Diego did not declare his identity to the refugees, and it would have been unwise to do so without first understanding the situation. They made their way along the narrow valley, but when they reached the middle of the valley, they could not find an open area to camp alone, which made him frown, he did not want to mingle with a group of secretly hostile refugees, it was definitely not a smart choice.

"Sergeant, there's no suitable place in this area, and if we can, we'd like to camp out of the valley!" Seeing his face, Huffman caught up with him and negotiated with the team leader.

"This ......" The team leader hesitated, but still agreed to his request, in his opinion, these outsiders stationed outside the valley are harmless, why not?

The group crossed the Valley of Refuge and set up camp at the foot of a small hill not far from the North Exit. It's a sunny leeward place with dry ground, making it a great place to camp. Although it was a temporary camp, Huffman was meticulous in defending the camp, and in view of the chaotic situation in the Arathi Heights, he also deliberately increased the number of men on night watch.

Diego had expected himself to be busy tonight, but he didn't expect the first wave of visitors to turn out to be an emissary sent by Garin Torbain. As soon as it was dark, they came.

The messenger was a short, middle-aged man with a lewd face and a pale face, whose squinted eyes and slightly feminine face almost exactly matched the image of a court courtier, making people feel unpleasant at first sight.

"Your Excellency, the emissary of His Royal Highness Prince Garin Torbain, and the Governor of Rapidsburg, Count Tagotjipok, greets you and conveys the greetings of His Royal Highness the Prince!" The messenger bowed slightly, and said with a hint of arrogance.

"I also salute His Highness Garin, I hope he has a good day!" Somewhat frivolous, Diego said with a laugh, and he didn't even get up from his seat. This is not the demeanor of a nobleman or a clergyman, but he just can't suppress his unhappiness and even anger towards the monarch killer, and he can't help but want to be sarcastic.

"Fortunately, His Highness Garin always finds fun on his own." Giepok said disapprehantly, he didn't seem to think the prince's behavior was undignified, "This shabby ghost place is so boring, how can you pass the time if you don't have some fun?" ”

This time, even Masrae, who was sitting next to him, couldn't stand it anymore, and he couldn't help but frown and look at Gibock, surprised that there were such shameless people in the world.

"Well, Count Gipock, let's get straight to the point, what does His Royal Highness want from me?" Diego said with some annoyance, he didn't want to continue to be false with this gibock.

"Your Excellency, it is so, His Royal Highness the Prince would like you to perform the coronation ceremony for him, knowing that after the death of His Excellency Archbishop Alonsos Fao, there is no one in the Northland who is qualified to perform this ceremony for him." Gippok reluctantly said what he meant, and he also realized that the person in front of him didn't like to go around in circles and beat around the bush.

Before Diego could speak, Huffman, who was standing behind Diego, coughed under his breath.

Diego knew very well the intention of Hefman's hint, because Garin Torbain had always been a prince, not a king, not because Archbishop Fao had died and no one was qualified to be crowned for a period of time when he murdered the old king, but because neither Archbishop Fao, the archbishop of the just temple of Stratholme, nor the archbishop Benedictas of the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind City, were unwilling to crown this notorious monarchicide. There is no impermeable wall in the world, although Garin is secretly colluding with ogres, and the latter is the hand of the latter, but there are too many smart people in various kingdoms, and there are still people who guess the truth.

Diego groaned for a moment, and then made up his mind in his heart. Since wise men like Archbishop Fao and Benedictas are unwilling to crown him, do he need to bother to make another choice? What's more, in his own heart, he has no good impression of this shameless villain who kills kings and fathers, let alone help him.

"Your Excellency, you may not know that although the people privately call me a saint, in fact, this title has not been recognized by the archbishop, nor has it been recognized by the Holy Light Church. Diego said euphemistically. But in fact, he didn't care if this title was recognized by the Holy Light Church, and even if it wasn't, his influence in the entire north could not be ignored.

"Didn't you just leave Stratholme? Didn't the Temple of Justice give you the treatment you deserve? Gibock said in surprise.

"No, although the Temple of Justice has returned to the hands of the Silver Dawn, there is no archbishop there to recognize my glory." Diego patiently explained that in order to shirk Garin's request, he had to patiently negotiate with Gippok.

"Isn't it okay for Lord Tirio Verdin?"

"No, as a High Lord, Lord Tirio Ferdin, considers himself more suitable as a leader of an army than an Archbishop dedicated to serving the Light, in fact, he also has his own secular position, which is the consul of Stratholme, and these tasks are enough for him!"

"Well, then, I'll pass on these facts to His Royal Highness the Prince." Gibock said disappointedly that he really couldn't find a crack in Diego's egg to bite into, so he had to give up reluctantly.

After seeing off Djibock, Diego didn't rest, because he knew that today's guests would not be the only one. Sure enough, it was close to midnight when Huffman walked in from outside the tent.

"They're coming!" He whispered. 2k reading web