Unlike Sally, who is waiting for Locke's arrival in the Abbey, Bridget is being assigned a new mission by Locke.

"Listen, I know you're upset that I'm hiding it from you this time, but I did it for a reason, and I don't want you to get hurt."

Locke bitterly explained to Bridget in front of him that he didn't tell her, hiding the reason why she did all this, but Bridget didn't forgive him.

"I'm afraid you'll end up in a dead end," Locke said helplessly, "I know you're a devout believer in the Light, and the fact that Dassault Khan is a demon may make your faith vulnerable." ”

"And I'm doing it at a great risk. Once I fail, I will only be able to retreat in the Silver Pine Forest for the rest of my life, and my reputation as a traitor will be spurned by everyone for the rest of my life. So I don't want to bother you in this matter, after all, you can still have a foothold in Lordaeron without me....."

It's just that before Locke finished speaking, he was angrily scolded back by Bridget!

"What do you think of me?! Well? Bridget looked at Locke with a sneer, her fists clenched together, and her joints kept crackling, "I believe you!" I trust you! I like you! I even climbed into your bed like a dang woman! Seduce you on it! ”

Bridget grabbed Locke by the collar and dragged Locke in front of her! She stared at Locke with her own eyes! "It has nothing to do with where you are now! Do you understand?! I just love you! So I leave everything I have to you! And you chose to deceive me! ”

"Just fool me with these ridiculous reasons?! Do I care about those? Do I care?! ”

"I gave everything for you! I'm even going to come to you when I have a bad relationship with my father! Is that how you treat me? That's the trust you place in me? ”

Being pressed against his nose by Bridget's slightly rough face, Locke was still a little embarrassed. After all, not far away, the cavalry wing that served as his retinue, as well as the commander of the new Second Legion, Thomas, and the deputy commander of the regiment, Amirda, were watching over there. Although they pretended to be innocent at the first time, their embarrassment must have been seen by them.

Powerful people, everything about them is a place for others to be curious. And these romances are even more so, they will spread faster than their own prestige, throughout the human kingdom.

What's more, the mouths of this group of people don't seem to be able to open the door, and the soldiers' mouths are poured down with a few glasses of wine, and things like themselves are told out. Perhaps it won't be long before the history of the affairs of Lord Harvey, which is widely spread on the continent of Lordaeron, will be rewritten a few times.

They will say, well, Lord Harvey is actually a big nobleman who is afraid of his wife. What the? No? Oh, then you must have never seen the Great Lord being reprimanded by Bridget by the collar, I was there at the time, not to mention how exciting that scene was......

This is undoubtedly a stain on men's lives. This will encourage the kingdom to become a big woman, which is not to ......

You know, the ratio of women in the army has reached 4.5:5, which is an embarrassing statistic for all men. But the fact is that many men have lost their young lives in previous wars.

How, if it were possible, to recruit so many female soldiers from among the civilian population?

Locke snorted a few times, trying to push Bridget out to make himself less embarrassed. But this tenacious woman still stubbornly pressed her nose against her own nose.

Dodging the pair of huge eyes in front of him, Locke had to remind loudly, "The people over there are watching..."

Maybe the anger has disappeared, or maybe it's to save face for Locke. Bridget snorted coldly and threw Locke away, and Locke hurriedly tidied up the black bear skin around his neck.

Speaking of this bearskin, when entering Brill, Thomas arranged for someone to bring a black bearskin, which was much warmer than a thin cloak, and Locke did not hesitate to change it.

It's just that after changing it, he found that the thing on his body was different from everyone else. The rest of the people are all plain black bear fur. Only around his neck, the bear fur is white, covering his shoulders.

Locke knew what that meant.

In Lordaeron's rule, only members of the royal family and nobles with the rank of duke and above were allowed to wear a beard with white fur on their necks and shoulders......

And now the Tirisfal Glade and the Silver Pine Forest are undoubtedly in absolute control of him......

As to whether Thomas deliberately neglected his knighthood, or something else, Locke does not know. He could only pretend not to know, accept his kindness, and wait and see what happened.

Tighten the thick scarf around your neck to keep the cold air out of the icy armor. Letting the soft white bear fur covering the upper part of the big stick to his neck, Locke felt better.

This year's cold winter came a little early and was surprisingly cold, but there was no snow and ice, which is undoubtedly a bit unusual.

Wild animals in the woodlands lack enough food and will inevitably come out of the woodlands where food is scarce and enter human villages and towns in search of food. Some of the gnolls who have fled into the middle of nowhere will also take the opportunity to enter the villages scattered throughout the Northern Silver Pine Forest, and of course, they will only exist as new miners in the Silver Pine Forest mines.

Regardless of whether or not the above can pose a threat to the southern theater, Locke must make corresponding arrangements to stabilize the hearts and minds of the people.

What could be more reassuring to the people than a team of soldiers patrolling the villages and towns without stopping?

This kind of thing that enhances the people's sense of pride and honor in their own country, Locke learned very quickly, after all, there were too many examples in the previous life.

What's more, it is Locke's basic plate now, and there is no room for any mistakes.

"Okay, let's talk about something else."

Seeing that Brigitte was still not happy, Locke pulled out a small, tightly sealed bottle from the magic bag covered under his command. He unplugged the wood, poured out some milky white juice from it, and rubbed it briefly on his hand a few times.

Pulling Brigitte, who was constantly resisting, to the front, Locke's hands began to rub the juice on Bridt's face, the wounds cut by the biting cold wind.

"What is this!" Bridget said with a frown, turning her head to avoid Locke's hand on her face.

"Don't move! This will heal the wounds on your face. Locke's words didn't calm Bridget, and she wanted to push Locke away.

"I don't need that, they'll be fine next spring, and I don't believe in it."

Locke stopped her with a smile and pulled her into his arms again, "You're a woman, not a man." That woman would be indifferent to the wound on her face? What's more, you're all frostbitten! Don't you never feel a pain in your face? “

"Get used to it," Bridgett said, turning her gaze away, "I do it every year, and they'll be fine in the spring." ”

"......" Locke fell silent, rubbing his face wordlessly.

If I'm not mistaken, Bridget had been with her for a year, and it was the first time she knew about her past.

Carefully wiping the wounds on Bridget's face, Locke handed her the vial.

"These were given to me by the apothecary Elsa, and they were made from plants she had blended. The effect is to prevent frostbite on your exposed skin in winter, well, it can also make you look better. ”

Looking at Bridget, who still turned her head to the side, Britch lived alone before contact, and a softness in Locke's heart was suddenly poked.

He hugged Brigitte gently, "I'm sorry, I paid too little attention to you before. I've ignored you, neglected your concern for me. You've made so many efforts and sacrifices for me, but I haven't taken them to heart... I... I'm sorry. ”

This female knight, who uses her strong appearance to hide her inner softness and loneliness, finally can't resist the grievances and depression in her heart.

Bridt, surrounded by Locke, rested her head on the bearskin on Locke's shoulder, tears of grievance dripping from the corners of her eyes and dripping onto her fur.

Soon the tears began to flow continuously, silently.

Locke sighed and moved her shoulders into his arms, letting the female knight lie in his arms. With difficulty, he pulled out a handkerchief from his magic bag and carefully wiped the tears from her face.

"No, don't wipe it, let me cry for a while, just for a while!"

Bridget's request in his arms caused Locke to stop what he was doing, and he finally chose to cover Bridget with a bearskin coat.

Locke turned his head to look not far away, and Thomas and his men were gone, leaving only the war horses there. Farther away, the knights of the cavalry wing were patrolling around him in groups.

When Bridget vented all the grievances in her heart, she got out of Locke's arms. Grabbing the handkerchief from Locke's hand, she quickly wiped it off her face.

Locke sighed secretly, and now all those anti-frostbite potions were wiped in vain.

After doing all this, Bridget looked up at Locke with red tears, and she said to Locke as if pleading, "Don't hide anything else from me in the future, okay?" You are my everything! Whatever you're going to do, I'll support you. ”

This confession-like words came out of Bridget's mouth, and Locke was filled with emotion. No matter how strong a woman looks on the outside, she is still a woman.

He hugged Bridget into his arms once more, and muttered to himself, "No, not again." ”

These words brought a long-lost smile on Bridget's face, and she quietly leaned into Locke's arms, enjoying this moment of peace with Locke.

This warmth was quickly interrupted by Locke, after all, they were not ordinary people, and there were many things to deal with.

"When you get back to Eva, you'll split the Second Legion into a wing with Thomas. Break up this split wing completely, and divide them into new reserve corps. You need to convert at least 5 reserve legions into regular garrison legions, each with 3,000 people, so that these new reserve legions can be fully formed as soon as possible, and form a certain combat effectiveness. ”

Locke took Bridget in his arms and whispered her mission when she returned.

"When the Second Army was reorganized, they were deployed at the junction of the Northern Silver Pines Forest and Thurberchel. Send a certain army to test the strength of the undead of the Thirbercher Scourge, and if possible, capture Thirberchel and clear the vicinity of the undead scourge. Completely open up the connection with the southern silver pine forest. ”

"Above, if the above actions are successful. Don't take over Ambermere's defense zone yet, let the mages of Dalaran hold on for us for a while, and don't have any ideas until the new reserve legion is formed. ”

"There's a curse there that we can't resist, and the mages of Dalaran know it. If you really want to get there, then let the mages of Dalaran assist you in accepting the zone. ”

"Also, don't go near that side of the Wall of Greymane just yet."

"As the commander of the Southern Theater of Operations, you must keep one thing in mind." Locke looked at Bridget in his arms and whispered, "You're the head there, you can't rush to the front of everything you do." Your personal safety is the most important thing. ”

Then Locke smirked and said, "I don't want you to be cursed and become a werewolf in front of me." Then I'll be heartbroken. ”