"You know what you're doing? Brat?! Dassault Khan took his pipe out of his mouth, and his demeanor was calm, which surprised Tylan a little.

"You don't need to be reminded that you don't have any office in the Crusaders. You're no longer welcome in the Valley of the Hearth, so get out of here! Tyran sneered and said, "You can go anywhere!" But not in the Valley of the Hearth! Not in any of my villages! ”

Dassault Khan smiled and walked over to the fireplace and removed his coat from the wall.

"Let's go," Dassault Khan said to the rest of the room, "let's change places, let's go to Stratholm to discuss this!" As for you..."

Dassault Khan came up to Tyran, fingers pounding his fingers on his chest, "You'll regret it, I promise." ”

"I'm not Renault," Tyran said coldly, knocking him down, "don't try to control me!" ”

"How can you be sure I'm controlling Renault?" Dassault Khan stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of Tyran, then left with the men without saying a word.

Dassault Khan was gone, and Marta watched him leave the gates of the Valley of the Hearth, and they disappeared into the jungle outside. Marta smacked her lips with some bitterness, he messed up his mission. He didn't expect Tyran to dare to tear his face with Dassault Khan, remove Dassault Khan from the crusaders, and expel him...

Alas, the dreams of the nobility can only be made once.

Marta, who stood on the walls of the Valley of the Hearth, shook her head with a wry smile.

"What will the High Lord think of me..."

"Is there any remedy for this matter?" Marta muttered to herself, but immediately his face turned solemn, and he seemed to have an idea, and then turned and trotted down the wall.

In the cathedral of Hearthvale, Marta says something in front of Tyran and Ethanlien.

"You mean, we're going to the monastery now?" Tyran glanced at Ethanlien, then said to Marta, "It's too late to go, the ritual should have begun there." Fireplace Valley still needs to stabilize the situation..."

"No, no, no, I think we have to get there. Your Lord, after you have passed, you will make our thoughts clear. I think Lord Harvey will definitely think about it seriously, and it will probably take a few days. But when it comes to food and material aid, Lord Harvey will certainly not be stingy. Marta continued, "The main thing is to tell the others through the people who gathered there to participate in the ceremony. Our Crusaders in Hearthvale are no longer the Crusaders of the past, we don't want to split, we want to return to the Crusaders, to the Crusaders led by Lord Harvey. ”

"If we do return, my lord, your realm, won't it be able to develop like the Tirisfara Glade and Iva ? I think it's really just a matter of time! ”

"And our Hearthvale is at the forefront of the battle against the undead, even if Lord Harvey has selfish intentions, but because of our location, he will support everything we need!"

"So I think we'd better go to the cathedral of the monastery," Marta said, pointing outside, "to stabilize the situation here, and to show everyone here the support from Eva!" ”

"When truckloads of grain arrive in Fireplace Valley, when other supplies are brought here, who is worried that something will go wrong here?"

Tyran was silent, but he was visibly moved, and he fixed his eyes on Ethanlien to the side. His mentor was already full of gray hair, and he didn't know when he had become old.

"Mentor, what is your opinion?"

"Go as you see fit," Ethan Lien said with a smile, "You're the big commander here, and I'll support you in whatever you do." Still, after being away from the cathedral for so long, I also want to go back and see. I also want to see what happens behind the Undead Barrier. ”

"What about us? Go? Tyran asked hesitantly.

Ethan Lien looked at him with a smile, but he didn't speak.

Marta said firmly, "Go! A must go! ”

Marta was so eager that he naturally had his considerations, and Grand Lord Harvey's plan for so long was interrupted, so he was naturally angry. That angry and his aristocratic status was in vain.

On the other hand, if Dassault Khan is really a terrible demon who can manipulate people's hearts. He lurks here to control this army for his ulterior purposes. Then he would have been kicked out of the army by Tyran, and he would have been furious. Will definitely want to stop this from happening, and then kill Tyran to get revenge. If Tyran died, there would be no one in this crusader army of higher seniority and status than him.

In this case, his last words of intimidation cannot be more than just intimidation!

He may have gone out of the city just under the guise of hiding somewhere, waiting for the right moment to kill Tyran. And then return to the Valley of the Hearth and take over the army here?!

It's quite possible!

That's why Marta single-handedly facilitated Tyran's visit to the monastery, and he even went so far as to disrupt the security bureau's layout here!

"Alright then, Marta, you stay here." Tyran patted him on the shoulder, and he smiled and said, "Only you know me, I'm afraid that if I leave, some of the people who stay here will take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble." ”

"Take care of our home."

I didn't expect Tyran to let him stay!

Marta opened his mouth and didn't speak for a long time, in order to hide his words, he couldn't have any excessive expression. Eventually, he bowed deeply and said, "My lord, I'll arrange for the heralds to notify the outposts along the way to protect your safety. ”

Marta walked outside with a heavy heart, but behind him, Tyran and Ethanrien were still discussing him.

"Your new staff is very good."

"Ha, I think so too. He's always thought of it. Sometimes he thinks farther than I do, and the main thing is that he is as young as I am. We get along very well. ”

This made Marta feel even more bad, and for the first time as a liar, he felt ashamed of his conscience.

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The cathedral of the Tirisfal Glade was bustling with nobles, military officers, and guests from other kingdoms and regions filling the empty cathedral.

Huge red flags hung down on the beams, and the red carpet covered the floor, making it red, and everyone seemed to feel like they were in a sea of red.

People gathered in groups to gossip, and the various corps commanders and senior officers directly under Locke chatted together about the recent battles and the operational goals of the lower divisions. Ronin and the wizards, led by Olivia, chatted about their opinions on some magical issues. Baron Tyrossos was interested in the elves from Quel'Thalas, and he was chatting with the Ranger General of Quel'Thalas, Haduron, and the two of them were in a friendly tone, and from time to time they let out some hearty laughter.

Of course, some people found it strange that there was not a single clergyman in this grand meeting of the Crusaders? The priests, the priests, the prosecutors, they all seem to have disappeared. What made them even more strange was that there were many more wizards with pointed hats in this cathedral. They whispered in groups at the edge of the hall, and they seemed to be more interested in the red carpet under their feet, always looking at it from time to time.

Kalia appeared in the crowd of guests in full costume, and she was a little frustrated that she didn't see a single person she knew, except for a slight impression of Tyrosos.

For a moment, Kalia suddenly felt that Locke's conditions were really good for her. Because she can't see where her own value is.

While she was thinking, a group of uniformed guards walked in, and they parted the path in the middle of the cathedral. The crowd also quieted down in due time.

No one announced, and Locke, dressed in red armor and robes, strode in. As if there was something on his mind, Locke was in such a hurry that he didn't even stop to talk to people.

Kalia couldn't help but be a little curious, what was he thinking? Isn't this a good opportunity to assert his authority?

Seeing Locke walk up to the pulpit with a serious face, and the people around him either stood there seriously, or covered their mouths and whispered quietly, Kalia's heart was still a little hot. She felt that Locke was very much in line with the criteria for choosing a mate in her heart, and the majesty of the superior was full.

"It is a great honor to be here today, in this cathedral with a long history! I never thought I'd ever have such a day! Locke put his hands on the pulpit, trying to calm some of his agitation, "as if everything was as unreal as a dream..."

What are you talking about! You! Kalia looked at him with a frown.

"I used to be afraid, I don't know when I will fall into the battle with the undead like other soldiers..."

"But I didn't," said Locke, who turned slightly sideways, pointed to the huge Lordaeron flag behind him, and pointed to the huge Lordaeron banner behind him, "because there are so many valiant soldiers!" Countless Lordaerons! They gathered under this banner! Gave his life for its glory!! It is precisely because of their desperate struggle on the front line that we are today! That's why we are where we are today! That's why I'm standing here and saying these words! ”

"So, I'm ashamed. All my achievements have been forged for me, and I often can't sleep at night, and I often think of their immature or weathered faces, and I always feel that I have to do something and not let them die in vain, so we have this ceremony today. ”

"But before the ceremony begins, I have a proposal. Warriors who have died on this land to protect our kingdom, a minute of silence! ”

After speaking, Locke took the initiative to lower his head, and the others in the audience lowered their heads one after another, whether they wanted to or not.

Caria finally breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but give Locke a thumbs up in her heart, a great speech to begin.

A minute was fast approaching, and Rock continued his speech.

"I had a speech, but I threw it away. I think that to use them to say these words is an insult to the soldiers who have guarded us with their lives, and it is unfair to them, a thin piece of paper that makes it difficult to record everything that the soldiers sacrificed for. ”

"Like the new banner of the Crusaders behind me, why is it red? Because it was dyed red with the blood of countless soldiers who had fallen to the sacrifice for Lordaeron's freedom! Only in this way can we remember them firmly! Remember our flag! Remember what the color red on each of us represents! ”

"When we wear red, we're not alone! Every one of our former comrades-in-arms is silently helping us by our side! Guarding us!! ”

"So! Red! On behalf of our enthusiasm for revenge against natural disasters, it will never recede! ”

"Red! It means that our passion will not be forgotten! ”

"Red! On behalf of the nightmare of the enemy we are! ”

"Red! It's all about it! ”

Locke's words resonated with a group of people who cheered and chanted the names of Lordaeron and the Crusaders.

"We will fight in red robes! Give your enemies a taste of the power of our Crusaders' Iron Fist! We will fight in red armor! Give your enemies a taste of the power of Lordaeron! ”

"Now I announce! We officially changed our name...."

"Scarlet Crusaders!!"