"We controlled all the channels that could leak secrets, which guaranteed the success rate of our plan." Hudson shook his body as the horse jolted, and said to Locke, "It's a good start, but we can't take it lightly, things are always changing." ”

"I understand," Locke nodded, the joy on his face faded.

"In fact, I can't guarantee whether we really need to execute our final plan. Once I'm able to convince the other members of the Silver Hand, we don't need to do that at all. Locke shook his neck in protest of the rising sleepiness, "This is not a good thing for us crusaders. This would turn distrust between the various regions of our Crusaders, which would be contrary to the revival of Lordaeron. ”

Hearing Locke say this, Hudson turned his head to look at Locke in surprise.

He couldn't understand Locke's mind a little, they had already done it to this point, and many of the hidden forces in the southern theater of war had been exposed to everyone's vision.

If they finally choose to abandon the final plan, then the first thing that the Crusaders will do to stabilize after this event is over, is to dismember or split the Southern Theater of Operations!

There is no doubt that the Crusader Headquarters will not allow any region to completely surpass the military strength of the Headquarters!

At that time, unless you Locke is the heir to the royal family of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and your surname is Minehir. Otherwise......

"Your thoughts are too naïve, Grand Lord!" Hudson frowned and said in a reproachful tone, "This will bring disaster to the Southern War Zone!" ”

"We can't go back now! Unless you're willing to split the Southern Theater of Operations as HQ intended! But is this silver pine forest still the silver pine forest it is now? I don't even have to think about it to know the consequences of the Southern Theater of Operations after you give up this opportunity, Great Lord. ”

Locke was silent, he really didn't think of this. His initial motivation was to expose Banazar and save the Crusaders. But if things are really under control, his plan can be changed and no longer implemented.

"I know the HQ very well, and they will transfer you out of this position in the Southern Theater and send someone else to take over your duties. All of our clans will be transferred to other regions in the name of changing guards. They are then split into new clans. Senior officers are secretly imprisoned, and 'recalcitrant troops' loyal to you are sent to the front lines to fight the undead. ”

"Our logistical supply lines will be taken over by HQ, you know the attitude of the HQ towards other races! Gnolls and kobolds will be killed directly! The goblins will be expelled from our land! All of our appointed officials will be removed from their posts pending a full investigation by the prosecutors. ”

"We!" Hudson angrily pointed at himself and the other senior officials of the Southern Theater who accompanied him, and said, "They will all be put in prison and queued to be hanged!" And you, Great Lord! Will be the first to be hanged on the gallows of the monastery! ”

"And our crimes! All treason! ”

Locke was blown up by Hudson's words! He suddenly discovered that what he and the Southern Theater of Operations were doing now was very likely to be treated as treason by the Crusader Headquarters after this matter subsided!

It's not a question of whether the Grand Commander is a demon or not!

The core of this problem is that he hid the strength of the Southern Theater of Operations without reporting to the headquarters. This kind of behavior and its implications are undoubtedly very deadly!

Think about it, a general of a large region, without the orders of his superiors, privately expands his strength. And secretly infiltrated and controlled many key parts of the core of the Crusaders!

This is not an attempt at treason, what else could it be?

Locke looked at Hudson dumbfounded, panicked inside. If Banazal's matter is successfully quelled, will he still be able to go back?

"We can't turn back, High Lord." Hudson sighed, he grabbed the reins in his hand, and looked at the soldiers in the distance who were busy passing orders back and forth in the ranks, "Actually, you should have thought about that in the first place. Your actions now don't just represent you. ”

Locke looked at him mechanically, and there was still some confusion in his heart.

"Behind you are those of us who support you all the time," Hudson shook his head helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Those of us who rely on you, without your support, will soon be knocked into the abyss." ”

"I'm sorry I overlooked." Locke said numbly to Hudson, "Let me think about it, I'll make a decision before entering the Undead Barrier." ”

"I still say that, High Lord," Hudson replied, bowing on horseback, "and we will continue to support you. ”

Later, for the first time, Locke's mind began to really think, thinking about what he had done in the years since he had been here. What was your original intention? I've done so much, what can I change in the end? What's the point? If you don't have your own control, is there any point in everything you do?

The answer is far from optimistic.

In this era, the people of this world, they do not have the same broad vision as themselves, they do not know where the world will go in the following decades. If you let it go, then the end result is only to perish a little later than in history......

With the shaking of the warhorse, Locke's mind slowly became dull, and his eyes began to fog. The afternoon sun shone on him, and a warmth made him slowly close his eyes.

He fell asleep.

Hudson waved behind him, and a large group of knights surrounded him, and they gathered around Locke, surrounding him.

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"Brute! Shameful brute! ”

In the sick woods of the East Lordaeron region, a bald middle-aged priest wearing the robe of a high-ranking prosecutor of the Cross Group was running through the woodland. Wounds whipped by thorns spread all over his pale face.

"Brute! A beast that should be burned to ashes by the light! You killed your father! Your father!! ”

The bald priest roared angrily, and he focused on his goal, even though the road was covered with the poisonous fog of plague that killed people!

"I'm going to expose you! You filthy and wicked brute! I will put you under the judgment of the Light!! I'm going to make you ......"

The bald priest's angry growl ceased, and he watched warily at the few uninvited guests who appeared in front of him, who blocked his way.

"Oh, Elune is on top! How can you pass through that dangerous plague mist! The leader of the green-robed Night Elves looked at the priest in surprise, "This gentleman! Please let me check it out for you! ”

Behind the Night Elves, several humans dressed in light gray linen looked at each other a few times, and one of them pulled out a portrait from his clothes and kept comparing it to the priest in front of him.

Soon, his eyes lit up!

"Lady Rhine! I guess that's who we're looking for! ”

None of this made the bald priest let his guard down, he looked at these people vigilantly, and raised the wooden hammer he used to defend himself, and there was still a touch of red and green slime on the head of the wooden hammer!

"Who are you? Where are you from?! ”

"Prosecutor Fairbanks, we are from the Silver Pines Forest, we are a subordinate of the Grand Lord Harvey, and we are here to find you!" The human leader bowed respectfully to him, and then continued, "We are really lucky to have found you, our High Lord has sent many people to find you. ”

"Locke?" Fairbanks watched them warily, and did not let go of the hammer in his hand. The human captain in front of him took a few steps forward, and Farbanks immediately roared, "Stand back! No one can come near me without my permission! ”

The captain hurriedly raised his hands, and he slowly stepped back and stood beside Rhine.

"Please don't get excited, Prosecutor Fairbanks, we're really from the Southern War Zone, and we're here to pick you up!"

"Show me proof of who you are! Otherwise, I won't let you come! Fairbanks roared like a beast!

The human leader quickly pulled out a piece of parchment and a seal, which he threw on the grass in front of Fairbanks.

"That can prove my identity, that seal is just a replica, you should know," the captain said calmly, "It's really impossible to be here, we are looking for your people, there are dozens of teams, and each of them has a replica!" ”

Falbanks slowly half-crouched down, but he still stared warily at the man in front of him. It wasn't until he picked up the parchment roll on the ground and picked up the seal that he quickly distanced himself from them!

When he saw the seal, Fairbanks knew that they couldn't be Renault's men. On this replica stamp, Maury's name is missing a letter in the upper left corner, and there is a blank there! That's what he scraped off!

"I believe in who you are! Right now! Come and give me a hand! Falbanks suddenly felt weak, and suddenly fell forward.

A sense of relief that the mission was about to be accomplished came over Fairbanks!

When the soldiers stepped forward to support him, Farbanks said weakly, "Quick! We're heading to the Valley of the Hearth! We're going to tell the Grand Commander about the true cause of the death of High Lord Mograini, and the other Silver Hands! ”

"It's all Renault's doing!! That damn wolf cub! ”

Rhine, who had been beside him without speaking, suddenly unleashed a natural magic on Fairbanks, and clouds of green energy with the breath of life entered his body.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask for your consent. You have been exposed to the plague for a long time, and if you don't receive treatment, you risk becoming undead! ”

"Thank you," Farbanks thanked Rhein hoarsely, "I'm a believer in the Light, and I know my body well, but I still want to thank you, I hope I'm still in time." ”