"It's really helpless." Erigor shook his head helplessly, he looked at the somewhat depressed streets of Iva with reluctance, "I, Erigor, have never begged a woman." ”

"If your father is a general," Colfax said with a smile as he looked, "I'll beg you, too." ”

"It's a pity that my father was just a minor nobleman." Eregor shrugged his shoulders and said to Colfax angrily, "I can't enjoy your compliments. ”

"Well, don't sigh here," Colfax said, retracting his gaze as he looked at the soldiers patrolling the streets, "and there is no regret about deciding to do it, it's our apprentice after all." If they really are the spies of the undead, we will be in trouble. ”

"Humph!" Erigor spat disdainfully on the grass next to him, "This thing is just doubting the intelligence of all of us!" Doubt the authenticity of the Light! I really don't know what the people above think that they would make such a ridiculous decision! ”

Erigor paused, and pointed to the depressed streets with a sarcastic face, "Look here, it was still full of traffic before the spies arose. And now? No one is left! Even the shops that are open are far less! ”

"Can you believe this is the busiest street in Iva? It used to take more than half an hour to get to the town hall from here, but now it takes a few minutes! ”

"Although I don't understand economics, I know that if this continues, the military expenses of the crusaders will definitely be affected!" Pointing to the armor and weapons on his body, Erigor continued, "The armor we wear, the weapons we use, what we eat, drink, etc., will all be affected. ”

Colfax listened silently to Erigor's complaints, and sighed helplessly as he looked at the almost deserted streets.

The street under his feet was originally the busiest commercial street in Iwa, where tens of thousands of people shop and sell their goods every day.

And now, the few pedestrians on the street are looking at each other with suspicion and scrutiny on their faces, as if they are really undead in disguise.

"No one wants this, but this is an order from above." Colfax was silent for a moment before taking Erigor's chatter, "That's why we're here for Bridget, now she's the only one who can resist the consequences of disobeying military orders." ”

"If Captain Harvey were here, I don't think he would agree to do this, would he?" Colfax looked down and sighed, "After all, he built this city single-handedly, and he probably didn't want to see Iva mess up." ”

The once bustling town hall square is now only a handful of hurried pedestrians, and the stern-faced guards stand motionless outside the town hall and stick to their posts.

Erigor and Colfax briefly straightened their attire at the door, and strode into the town hall in a salute from the guards.

Bridget restlessly rested her left hand on her forehead, and her right hand holding a quill hesitated on the parchment.

Ever since Locke left the Silver Pine Forest to go to the Elven Kingdom, the internal affairs and related work here have been put in her hands.

As the second lieutenant commander of the Southern Theater of Operations, Bridget has more than just dealing with internal affairs every day. Colonel Hudson, the first deputy commander of the Southern Theater of Operations, also handed over to her on military-related issues.

Fortunately, there was not much military action.

The Scourge of the South is shrinking its power, and according to the Scout's report, they have all now retreated to Thirberchel, opening the way to the kingdoms of Ambermere and Gilneth further south, as well as to the Hills of Brad.

Ambermir was under the control of the mages of Dalaran and everything was fine. The mages now repeatedly offer to hand over Ambermere's defenses as soon as possible, and the reason seems to have something to do with the werewolf curses that often occur there.

This terrible curse was a great headache for the mages of Dalaran.

Bridget sighed and put aside the military report in her hand.

Without Locke's permission, the soldiers of the Southern Theater would not have crossed the dividing line with the undead. What's more, the Southern Theater of Operations has not had any plans to recover the entire Silver Pine Forest recently.

At least for now.

Because, the crusaders now face bigger problems to deal with.

Brigitte once again picked up the red parchment roll on the table, and slowly rolled up the red parchment, Brigitte seemed to smell a stream of blood.

It's full of soldiers and civilians who might have something to do with the undead, and if it was just possible, they might have to lose their lives.

The signature from Shiloh, the high-ranking prosecutor in the Southern Theater, is at the bottom of this list. This means that prosecutors identify with the people on this list, believing that they have other selfish agendas, if not the spies of the undead.

Brigitte looked at the list fixedly, there were many names on it that she was familiar with, and there were several such lists. And every few days, a new list is handed in to her.

Brigitte closed the parchment in her hand, and she rubbed her head wistfully. Thinking back to the undead spy who suddenly appeared that day, Bridget still remembers it vividly.

He suddenly attacked after being spotted by the Grand Commander, and if it weren't for Ethan Lien's quick eyes and the use of holy light to shock him, I am afraid that the Grand Commander would have been fatally injured by this.

Although it was shocking, and at the time unanimously agreed to the Grand Commander's proposal to screen the Crusaders for undead spies. But after calming down, Bridget also felt that there was something unworthy of scrutiny about this matter.

In the past, Britst would have felt that there was nothing to be suspicious about, and that this kind of cleansing of the Crusaders was worth advocating. After all, the Crusaders are a noble ranks. In the first hurry to expand the size of the Crusaders, all petty thieves joined in, which made the ranks of the Crusaders not pure and noble.

In fact, the high-ranking commanders and high lords who agreed to purify the crusaders all had such thoughts. When the Crusaders were founded, they were indeed an aristocratic army, and their composition was mostly the remaining members of the Silver Hand, as well as officers and soldiers from the old Lordaeron army!

But now, Bridget, who has been fighting on the front lines for a long time, understands one thing. On the issue of defending the country, those civilians who were not of noble origin, or even used to be ruffians and robbers, they voluntarily joined the crusaders, all with their own lives, and then fought hard for this crumbling country!

Although they had been at fault before, they were not ambiguous about defending their country after joining the Crusaders.

Should these people really be purged from the crusaders?