Diego walked in front of the paladin with a little excitement, speaking of which, this was the first human he had seen since he set foot in the Eastern Kingdom again, alive. Books.com ( . V o Dt . c o M) However, when the human face came into his eyes, he was almost startled. With his trademark beard, vicissitudes of life, weather-beaten mottled hair, and piercing eyes, Diego recognized it at a glance.

"Lord Fordin?" He asked, a little confused.

Strangely, the person in front of him was just as confused as he was.

"Diego, why are you?" The paladin asked in surprise.

"You know me?" Diego asked uncertainly, joy welling up in his heart, he didn't know what his predecessor had with this paladin, but at least it seemed that he was not alone in this place.

"Acquaintance?" The corners of the paladin's mouth twitched a few times, and he looked a little excited, "Of course, kid, of course I know you!" ”

"Pardon my rudeness, Lord Fordin, I was shot in the head in a battle with the orcs two years ago, and many, no, all my previous memories are gone except my name." Diego explained with some embarrassment. He didn't know the relationship between himself and this famous hero, but judging by the paladin's tone, it seemed to be one of his elders.

"That's true, he was covered in bags and almost got beaten stupid." The Night Elf interjected playfully, remembering the dramatic acquaintance to this day.

"Hey, buddy!" Diego shouted dissatisfied. He turned to Ferdin, "Can you tell me about my past?" ”

Furding looked at him with a strange expression, and after a long moment spoke, "Of course, I'd love to, but we'd better get out of here now, it's not a good place to catch up." ”

Neither did the exhausted adventurers. They found their mounts and followed the knights along the road for more than two hours to the east, turning north on a forest path that led to the mountains.

As you can tell from the dense withered grass on both sides of the path, the path is not frequented by people - but it is possible that Silver Dawn has kept it as it is - and in some places it is narrow and rugged, and one must walk from the mount. It was more difficult to pass on horses on improvised stretchers, and sometimes even required the wounded to come down and walk on their own, but after being treated by shamans and druids, it was not too difficult. Unlike paladins' healing spells, shamans and druids' healing techniques are closer to natural healing and are more gentle.

"Where does this lead?" The orc asked.

"This leads to our hidden camp." Ferding turned his head to look at Diego, who was silent, and said briefly.

Diego knew where the path leads, but he can't explain why his Amnesiac himself is so familiar with the place, so he mostly keeps his mouth shut.

They walked through pine forests, then over several low hills, and finally stopped at the mouth of a valley surrounded by mountains. If it weren't for Fordin's point out, the adventurers wouldn't have seen that there was a passage hidden behind these dense woods. It should be a short distance from the Soridore River, because even across the mountains, Diego can hear the sound of the rushing river in the distance. Nestled between the plague lands to the east and west, the river is abundant in water and injects life and vitality into Lake Daron Mill. But now, even if the river is full of life essence, it can't bring the plague-polluted lake back to life.

Fordin reined in his horse and waved his hand behind him. As he moved, a knight rode forward, pursed his lips and whistled into the woods. The whistle was so crisp and gentle that it sounded like the call of a lark.

After a while, the sound of woodpeckers tapping on dead wood could be heard in the forest. The two birds were asking back and forth, and it was obvious that this was a code word that had been agreed on for a long time.

After about two prayers of light, a human in green leather armor with a face covered in dead leaves emerged from the bushes. He carried a short-handled spear behind his back and a well-stringed crossbow in his hand. His gaze was sharp, and he finally lingered on the faces of several aliens for a long time, as if to determine whether Fording and his party were being held hostage by the enemy.

"Hey, that's enough, Orin, we're all safe and haven't been coerced in any way," Fording said impatiently, but he looked quite satisfied with the conscientiousness of the sentry, "If you don't let us go again, I'll tell Quartermaster Miranda and ask her to withhold your Holy Sun Juice this week!" ”

Obviously, Fordin's last sentence was also some kind of code word, and the sentinel who heard this sentence finally breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the crossbow he was holding.

"Welcome back, Lord Fordin!" He greeted him warmly, but he was a little surprised, "Why did you come back so quickly, didn't you say you were going to Bingfeng Gang?" ”

"Something happened halfway, is everything okay in the camp?"

"All is well," the sentry finally noticed the stretcher at the back of the line, and his face immediately floated with concern, "Wow, guys, are you all okay?" Who is this going on? ”

"We've fought the scourge at Gallon's Farm," one of the wounded men waved weakly at him, "Light, we're all pretty good." ”

"A hearty victory!" Another wounded man said.

Orin was about to say something, but Fording interrupted him: "Alright, Orin, we need to go to camp, the guys are exhausted, and I hope to rest soon." ”

"Yes sir," Orin replied respectfully, tugging his left index finger and thumb to his lips and blowing a loud whistle. A few seconds later, a whistle sounded in the jungle, and the whistle was passed one after another, until it disappeared into the depths of the forest.

They set out again and headed into the valley. Along the way to the dense pine forest, Diego always felt that someone was watching them in the dark, and I have to say that he was impressed by the security of the Silver Dawn.

They walked for about a quarter of an hour before they came out of the valley, and the pine forest suddenly thinned out, and the sight was full of cheerfulness.

Diego saw a small camp appear in the middle of the valley, small but not a little fortified. The stone watchtowers, the double-walled wooden walls filled with earth, the thick and sharp deer bars, and the wide and deep trenches all illustrate how difficult the camp was to attack.

At the center of the camp were makeshift huts of clay and coarse logs, where a few knightly squires were busy, some repairing armor, some sharpening weapons, and a few tending to the horses in the stables. When they saw Ferdin's group arrive at the gate of the camp, they all stopped what they were doing and cheered enthusiastically. It is clear that they already know the news of the victory.