The number of tamed giant bats is still scarce, and with the large number lost in the defense of Stratholme, there are now only a dozen or so basically tamed left, and they don't love other vampires as much as Loria, but they can get them to their destination and resist the urge to bite off their heads.

Tyran jumped off the wooden platform with his numb legs, and not far away was the tall, gray-white stone wall of the Fireplace Valley, which still exuded the same hard and majestic aura as ever, and if there had been such a stone wall in Stratholme, they would not have lost so many men.

Bands of soldiers were passing by him, but he didn't recognize most of them, the old Hearthvale was long gone, and the guards he had grown up with were now far away in the Eastern Plaguelands, under Loria's command...... The newly promoted junior officers wore special signs on their chests, and everyone busily walked about, shouting from time to time for soldiers to gather or to drag out of the warehouses with rations and bundles of weapons, which were piled up in piles under the high walls and did not look shabby—the magistrates had done everything they could to find out what was at their disposal.

The Crusaders will finally set out to fulfill a long-cherished wish...... Fight back against the undead and reclaim your homeland, instead of spending your days in high secrecy and fear.

A high-pitched, eerie hiss rang out from behind her, and several scouts rode off on the backs of giant bats, Clement had arrived in Hearthvale a few days ahead of him, having ordered everyone to prepare for the expedition, while she followed Loria's orders to go to the monastery to evacuate the refugees and bring more troops back here...... As far as he knew, the Vanguard was about to depart, and the bats were heading to the North Ridge Lumber Yard in the south of the Hearthvale to scout, where the Crusaders would be there for a long time to come, and then attack the Lich-occupied farms to the southeast.

Several dwarves cursed the reckless cavalry who had just raced past them, poured a few sips of wine and swung their hammers again - Loria was rumored to have reached some kind of agreement with the king of the Copperbeard Dwarves, and Tyran did not know whether this was true or not, but many dwarven explorers did go north to join the Crusaders, using their skills in exchange for high commissions.

Occasionally, Tyran could even see one or two gnomes screaming out of the burning house.

It wouldn't surprise him even if one day he saw a group of pointy-eared High Elves, and the Scarlet Crusaders under Loria's rule, after retreating half a point of madness, became more and more like the former Alliance.

He couldn't tell if the change was good or bad, and although his instincts were good, it was also true that he was constantly being put in an awkward position, and Loria seemed to distrust him, constantly transferring people from Hearthdale away from his side, and seemed to trust him very much, always putting the power of commanding the army in his hands...... He knew that Silver Dawn would one day become an enemy of the Crusaders, and it was easy to choose between a loving father and a crazy little girl.

Isn't it?

……

The sky, the mountains, the lakes, everywhere were dim orange, the plague penetrated into every corner, even the sight of the human eye, the breath of despair and death permeated the air, every breath soaked the mind, and the silence that could not be felt by even a wisp of wind was tormented to the ears more than any noise, and made people have the urge to howl.

Loria stared at the eerie orange water in a daze, until a voice from someone next to her interrupted her brief melancholy.

"Duke...... Miss. ”

"What's the matter, Devon?"

"The people of Stormwind have already brought supplies here."

"Huh? When was this? Loria looked in the direction of Devon's finger, and there was a large pile of sacks not far from the lake.

"Just now, you looked at the lake and ...... Time for contemplation. One of Tyran's former lieutenants pondered the wording, "A couple of Stormwind soldiers drove up there, and they exaggerated that they were so lost and so bad, then threw the food on the ground and drove away. ”

"Forget it, that's fine, you can find some people to transport the food away." Loria took a slight estimate and ignored the crusaders' scarce supplies, believing that Stallman would not withhold her payment.

It's a coincidence that a few days ago, she led someone to take out several targets that overlapped with the Alliance's military operations.

"Miss Duke...... I'm afraid someone will say we're being taken advantage of by the Alliance......"

"What are you kidding, it's clear that I'm using the alliance...... Well, you just say that, you picked up the grain. ”

"This ......"

"What's so strange about picking up food, I've picked up even stranger things, you know Alice, she's the one I picked up at Ironforge."

"Okay...... As you wish. Although he agreed, Devin decided to think of a better idea before rushing back.

"Wait! What do you think of here, Devon? ”

"Hmm......" He really didn't think there was anything to say about this ghost place, in fact he had already started to miss the vibrant Hearth Valley, this ghost place...... Wait, Devin remembered that he had heard that Loria was born in the Eastern Plague Lands, and while admiring his wit, he replied to Loria: "It's a lot to ponder...... A place full of memories. ”

"What? What the hell is there to remember about this place. Loria glanced up and down Daven a few times with a foolish gaze, "Don't you have a lot of experience in garrisoning and geographical knowledge, I'm asking you how about this place as a camp, you see, the field of vision is very wide, and it's far away from the place where the undead gather, and it's just halfway between the Cowlin junction and Stratholme." ”

...... "You have actually decided, since you have an idea, don't pretend to consult other people's opinions, Devin slandered the petite girl in front of him in his heart.

"If you don't speak, you don't have an opinion, right? I've changed my mind and I'm going to call them here, I'm going to build a hunting camp here. ”

"Hunting?"

"That's right, hunt the undead." Loria couldn't help but laugh, "You know what? I've recently discovered that killing the undead is almost as enjoyable as killing demons, and the incomparably correct killing in the name of justice is intoxicating...... Although they are dead. ”

She laughed to herself, and for a moment, Daven felt that the land and water filled with plague had become ridiculous in front of her, and it was no longer worth mentioning.

He served the Duke of Fordin, and Tyran was a gentle and reserved man who easily did not express his thoughts; Now and later, he will serve as Duke Mograini's military aide-de-camp...... Loria, like the legendary sword on her back, feels dazzling and dangerous.