In response to the situation that the soldiers were left behind, the commander of the newly formed First Legion to which Rurta belonged specially arranged for a wing to be dragged at the back of the line, and their task was to collect the fallen recruits.

So, when midnight came, there were less than 1,000 men of the newly formed First Legion, which had marched all the way to the town of Gadar...... The rest of the people all fell on the road leading to this town.

When Rurta received the squadron leader's order to stop, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and he wiped the sweat on his head and turned his head to check the situation of his detachment.

Only two sergeants stood behind him with a handful of recruits...... Even two corporal squad leaders fell on the road in the rear.

Rurta gasped and shook her head helplessly. When he was a recruit in the Fifth Legion, under the leadership of the Great Lord, they set out from Gadar and marched hard in the snow until they reached the Silver Pines Forest, and basically no one was left behind.

No way, who made them recruits......

Soon the order from the higher authorities was given.

"Everyone! Rest in place! After waiting for the rear troops to arrive and merge, enter Gadar! ”

At this moment, the recruits fell to the ground on both sides like dead pigs.

"Can't lie down! Stand up! Come with us! ”

"Hurry up! Do you want to get sick?! ”

Under the kicking and beating of the veterans, the recruits did not understand, but they had to stand up. Then, under the leadership of the veterans, the recruits walked in groups of three or five towards the woods on both sides.

Trees were cut down to make fires, which were piled on both sides of the road, and soon in the darkness of the night, burning fires were lit on the outskirts of Gadar.

When all this was done, the recruits sat next to each other by the fire, and the veterans sat down next to them.

"Captain! What are we doing in Gadar? It's so late. "A recruit asked his captain with a fire.

The captain did not rush to answer the recruits, he first took off the armor boots under his feet, took out the insoles that were already able to wring out sweat, and roasted them by the fire.

Seeing the captain do this, the recruits followed suit, and for a while the smell of sweat mixed with thick smoke rose here.

"Don't ask so much, trust me." The captain looked up at the recruits who were looking at him ignorantly and said, "If you know too much, it won't do you any good, just carry out the orders above." ”

Although I was curious about their behavior when I came here, the new recruits who had just become professional soldiers still held back the curiosity in my heart.

After all, the days of being a soldier are still long.

Half an hour later, with the exception of a few soldiers who were too poor in physical fitness, most of the soldiers who had fallen behind followed. After regrouping, leaving the squadron waiting for the soldiers in the rear, the rested soldiers began to quietly enter Gadar.

The recruits soon discovered that they were arranged at the forks in every street, at the town hall in Gadar, outside the post office, outside the barracks of the local reserve regiment, and outside the residences of nobles and officers unknown to them!

The recruits couldn't hold back the shock in their hearts, this is a blockade!! But why block your own people?!!

After asking his own captain, the captain only had one word...

"Obey orders!"

※※※

Viscount Queper, the current speaker of the Lordaeron Noble Council, was sitting peacefully by the fireplace of his house in the aristocratic district of Gadar.

There were no candles lit in the hall, only the crackling of firewood in the fireplace.

In his hand, a letter written on parchment was in his hand. From his fingers covering the parchment, all he could see was the date on the parchment, which was yesterday.

"Squeak."

The wooden door of the hall was pushed open from the outside, and a well-dressed butler walked in from the outside with a lantern.

Viscount Kuiper didn't look back, he asked directly, "What's going on outside?" ”

"Sir, a group of soldiers have blocked the gate of our manor......" The butler put the lantern in his hand on the cabinet at the door, and he came behind Viscount Quiper and said, "It's not just us, Baron Ruhr and Baron Christian, they, like us, were blocked by the group of soldiers of unknown origin. ”

"They blocked all entrances and exits to the noble district......"

Viscount Quipel's fingers trembled subconsciously, and in order to hide himself, he grabbed the parchment in his hand!

"Jean Viscount Lotter, Baron Ruhr, Baron Christian, Viscount Arixey, Viscount Rulsida, Baron Bedra ......" Viscount Queppel said the names of a dozen nobles in one breath, "Invite them to my estate and convene a council meeting." ”

"Now? Will they still be resting? The old butler said hesitantly, "Besides, the guards outside, they may not let us out." ”

Throwing the parchment in his hand into the burning fireplace, the parchment ignited and glowed with a colorful light under the gaze of Viscount Quimpel.

"It's okay, go ahead, the soldiers won't stop you. As long as you don't leave the noble district, it doesn't matter. Viscount Quiper took a deep breath, he turned his head to look at his butler and said, "Again, they certainly haven't slept, perhaps, they're on their way over now..."

Maybe it's because Viscount Quiper has a more clever mouth, or maybe it's something they've been planning for a long time. Before the old butler could walk out of the hall, the servants outside came to inform him of the shocking news that the nobles his lord had spoken of had gathered outside the manor.

With doubts in his heart, the butler welcomed these nobles into the hall where his lord was. Commanding the servants to put some pastries, fruits, and other pastime food on the table in the hall, and letting the servants leave here, the old butler slowly retreated to the corner of the room where he often stayed.

He also wanted to hear what the old men had to say, and what was going on with the soldiers outside.

But he was soon disappointed, and he was soon driven out by the nobles among them. So he could only stand in the hallway outside the hall in disappointment, wondering what was going on inside.

Viscount Quiper looked at the various members of the noble council in silence, and similarly, all the nobles in the hall were silent, they looked up from time to time to check the reactions of the others.

There was silence in the room, and time passed little by little.

It wasn't until the mechanical clock on the wall began to tell the time, with a crisp crashing sound, that the somewhat dreary and oppressive room came alive slightly.

Baron Christian sat on the back of his large chair with his arms folded, and on the table in front of him lay a steaming cup of hot water, which he would take every now and then to take a few sips.

When the clock rang, Baron Christian picked up the hot water and took a sip, put down the cup and stood up suddenly.

His sudden move focused the eyes of all the nobles on him.

"I think you all know who the soldiers out there are." Christian laughed, and he looked around at everyone around him, and he tugged at the collar of the somewhat strangled aristocratic robe, "By the same token, you should know that. The mysterious organization that secretly controls you, and who it serves. ”

This sentence made all the members of the noble council subconsciously look at the faces of others. Baron Christian took this opportunity to observe everyone, except for the Speaker Viscount Quuppel, everyone was in this action.

Christian is assured!

He took a sip of the glass and drank the warm, boiled water.

"You haven't slept at this time, it's just that you've been worrying about the letter he wrote to you yesterday!" Christian shrugged his shoulders, "What else do you have to hesitate about?" Well? ”

"Unwilling? Unwilling to accept this fact? Think you still have a chance to turn around? ”

Christian's sneering echoed through the room, and the nobles' faces showed a look of exasperation when their thoughts were revealed, and they stared at Christian deadly.

After sneering a few times, Christian said with a sneer, "In terms of military strength, the Lordaeron Restoration Army has less than one legion. They didn't have enough armaments, they didn't fight a decent battle, and even many of the soldiers didn't even have enough supplies. Do you expect such an army to fulfill your ambitions? In terms of control over Lordaeron, the Crusaders of the Silver Hand have taken over all the armies that were once Lordaeron, and they have taken control of all the territories they can control. ”

"So, don't worry, you don't have a chance!!"

"Also, I'm sorry. I'm not like you...," Christian smiled as he took off his noble robes, revealing the brand-new Silver Hand armor inside, "I'm also a Paladin with the Silver Hand, and I still expect him to lead us." ”

"Christian! Don't forget! You are now a member of the Council of Nobles! And, only with our mandate, he can rightfully lead this country! ”

Among the aristocracy, some people jumped out dissatisfied, accusing Christian of arrogance!

"Really?" Christian spread his hands and said innocently, "Don't you want to think about it, he can do this, can he still not understand this?" ”

Christian managed to focus everyone's eyes on him, and he sneered, "You want to die like White, who died in vain." Then, let someone else take your place? ”

"Your family, your wives and children, are all under his surveillance." Christian shook his head, looked at them pitifully and said, "You don't have the capital to be hostile to him, so take this heart as soon as possible." ”

The death of Viscount White has always been a thorn in the hearts of the nobles, and this assassination method hangs over their heads like a sword of Damox.

"By the time White didn't knock him down, we had lost all our chances! At this point," Christian said, as he paced back and forth in the brightly lit hall, turning his head to look at the others, "we'll just have to keep up with him!" Do you understand?! Don't think about disobeying him. ”

"We'll have a chance." Viscount Quopera, who was silent for a while, spoke, and he looked at Christian intently, "As long as we can contact his superior, Grand Commander Dassault Khan." There is a possibility that all of this will be prevented. ”

"There's no more chance, Quappell." Christian shook his head, "His superior, Dassault Khan, will soon be able to restrain him in any way. What's more, it's already too late. ”

"Why?" Viscount Quaper looked up at him.

"Well, for the Light's sake," Christian sat back in his chair, his expression becoming serious, "because ......"

"Saidan Dassault Khan, Supreme Commander of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Crusaders! He is now a ..... lurking among us Demon! ”