Most of the soldiers stood behind the officer, and they all consciously obeyed the lieutenant's orders, and distanced themselves from the high lord Mograine. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Many of the young soldiers were wiping tears from their eyes, while the older soldiers were greeting the lord with laughter and laughter, and some soldiers were writing things on a piece of paper with a quick pen on the side.

"Great Lord, it's a shame that Rohr can't follow in your footsteps." A gray-haired sergeant stepped out of the crowd and spoke to the lord. A smile appeared on his face in the folds, and he paused outside the High Lord Digi.

"Rohr! You've too—" The Grand Lord pursed his lips and stepped forward.

"Don't come here, Great Lord, I'm going to be one of those monsters in no time." Old Rohr stopped the hem of his shirt, and a large patch of flesh on his belly began to turn black, and in some places he could even see the internal organs of his body.

Old Rohr put down his shirt, and he smiled and spoke to the Great Lord, without the slightest hint of panic or sadness on his face.

"It's been almost 10 years, right? Is it the Great Lord? His eyes wandered, recalling.

"Yes, 10 years! Rohr!" The corners of the High Lord's eyes had become rosy for some time, and he raised his head and blinked his eyes.

"Back then, I was the captain of the Brill Garrison, and you're already a famous paladin." Old Rohr recalled with embarrassment.

"Yes, we were drinking together at the inn then." Tears welled up in the Great Lord's eyes, and he said with a sniff.

"And then you recommended me to join the Silver Hand, luckily, didn't you? As your men, we fought the Orcs to defend Lordaeron, and we followed in Lothar's footsteps and banished the Orcs from Lordaeron. Old Rohr is still remembering.

"I'm sorry." Tears from the High Lord Mograini slipped from his eyes, down the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks, and fell on the silver-white armor on his body.

"When I knew that my family had died at the hands of Brill, that they had died at the hands of a natural disaster, I vowed to avenge them, both in life and in death! I never regret it, Mograini, because I did. It's a shame that I can't do my best for Lordaeron anymore. Old Luo Er stood upright, slowly raised his right hand, and saluted the great lord.

"How I want to see Lordaeron recover from the hands of the undead."

Old Rohr lowered his head and slowly stepped back.

"Rohr!" The Grand Lord suddenly stepped forward and tried to hold Old Rohr.

"Mograini! Don't come here! Old Rohr suddenly glared at the Great Lord angrily, "I've lived long enough, I can feel Nasha and Little Rohr calling me, I want to be reunited with them." You can't! You are also responsible! You're going to lead the crusaders! Lead the Silver Hand to defeat the Scourge Legion! Avenge our dead! ”

The Great Lord's body trembled and stood in place, Locke's blurred eyes looked at the Great Lord, and his back seemed to bend down all at once.

Locke suddenly felt his grip loose, and he broke free and turned his head to see that the guards were already in tears, silently weeping tears as they saw off their comrades.

The same was true of the other guards around him, and grief hung over the small square.

A young soldier squeezed out of the crowd, looking like he was only 16 years old, or even younger.

His eyes were red, the freckles on his face had not yet disappeared, and he rushed out to stand in front of the Great Lord, trembling and speaking.

“...... I'm going to die? Is it? Great Lord? The young warrior said in a trembling tone.

Locke stood on the periphery of the distant cordon and watched, hearing the words of the young soldier, for a moment his heart was like a knife, he had never hated the Scourge Legion so much!

A breath of air was held in his chest, and tears slipped down again like beads of broken threads.

Locke saw the High Lord stretch out his trembling hand, trying to touch the young soldier's head, trying to rub his hair.

"No way!"

"Little Will! Come back! ”

The soldiers behind him shouted anxiously, and the first few soldiers had already rushed out!

But the soldier, named Little Will, retreated out of the realm of the Great Lord on his own.

"I... I... I—" The Great Lord shuddered, unable to utter a complete speech.

"I see." Little Will sniffed, he lowered his head, wiped a handful of tears, and then raised his head and looked at the Great Lord with a forced smile.

"Don't be sad about the Great Lord, you are the hero in my heart! Always hoping to be a hero like you and defeat the orcs! Defeat the Scourge Legion! Glory to return home! Now, Little Will can kill a lot of undead on the battlefield. ”

"I ..... There's nothing to say, my lord, and the only regret is that I didn't die heroically in battle, but that way...... ...... like this"

Little Will didn't finish speaking, tears streaming down his face, he saluted the Great Lord, and then cried into the crowd.

The Great Lord slowly knelt down!

He hunched over and knelt there!

Locke looked at this old man who seemed to have atoned for his sins, and suddenly couldn't suppress his emotions anymore, and he cried out in pain.

It was as if it was a signal, and all the soldiers cried.

"I beg you! Don't torture Mograini anymore! Say no more! None of this is his fault! If you do this, it will only make him feel more guilty and remorseful! It's not his fault! The priestess Farlar rushed out, standing in front of the soldiers, crying bitterly.

"I beg you!" The priestess fell to her knees in tears, and she wailed in bitter tears.

The lieutenant wiped his tears and said something to the old sergeant Rohr beside him, and then Rohr led the soldiers to disperse in the square.

Then the priestess Farrar suddenly remembered something, and she stood up, sobbing and wiping away her tears with the priest's robe.

She looked at the High Lord, "Stand up Mograini!" You are the soul of the Silver Hand and the Crusaders! You can't do that! Stand up! ”

"You can't be broken! The Crusaders need you! The Silver Hand needs you! Lordaeron's battle against the Scourge has only just begun! You stand up for me! ”

Priestess Farrar roared.

The High Lord slowly raised his head, and he looked at the priestess Falar.

The priestess Farrar suddenly felt as if the Great Lord had suddenly aged ten years, and his face was dead, as if he was not angry.

Farrar knelt down in distress, and she tried to wrap her arms around Mograini, but eventually stopped her movements, and the two knelt two yards apart.

Her face suddenly turned rosy, and she sniffed and said, "Mograini, you're still as impulsive as before, impulsiveness won't solve the problem." For more than 10 years, I have watched you change from a little knight to a big lord today, and I have been silently liking you for so many years. ”

Speaking of this, her white face became more and more rosy, "But you have never agreed to my pursuit, more than 10 years, how many 10 years does a woman have?" ”

The High Lord said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, Falar. ”

"I know you can't forget Elaina, she must be a very good woman, otherwise you wouldn't be so obsessed." Farrar was still looking intently at the Great Lord, her eyes full of tenderness for her lover.

Locke finally recovered from his pain, he slowly stood up, took out a rose-scented handkerchief from his bag and wiped it on his face.

Whitemane gave himself a handkerchief, and Locke looked down at the handkerchief in his hand, then stuffed it into his backpack.

Sorry Sally! I'm going to take a risk!

Sorry Great Lord! I'm going against your will!

I can't see you depressed like this!

Locke walked into the small square with his feet raised, and the guards behind him suddenly wanted to go to Laroc like a dream.

Locke heard the voice behind him, he turned around and shook his head, and then pointed at the Great Lord, the guards understood Locke's intentions wrongly, and walked directly towards the Great Lord.

Locke stopped them, "You can't resist the plague, and I and the Great Lord are paladins, maybe we won't be infected with this plague, you go back, don't add to your sorrow." Great lord, I'll bring it back. ”

The guards stopped, and they saluted Locke.

Locke walked over to the High Lord, and the priestess Farrar saw Locke, and she smiled at Locke in a friendly manner, then wiped tears from her face in embarrassment.

"You should go, Mograine, if—" Farrar looked at the Grand Lord, and his eyes began to fill with crystal tears again. I wish I were Elaina! ”

Farrar covered his face and left crying.

The Great Lord was still sitting on his knees, and there was no reaction.

Locke picked up the old man from behind and walked backwards.

Arriving at the edge of the cordon, the guards hurriedly took over the Great Lord.

"Find a comfortable place where the High Lord can have a good rest." Locke commanded.

Alas, I hope the Great Lord will not be depressed.

Now it's up to you!

Locke turned and returned to the small square, where the lieutenant stood.

The lieutenant handed Locke a stack of white paper in his hand.

Locke was surprised and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Soldiers' suicide notes!" The lieutenant said with red eyes.

"Can I take a look?" Locke took the letter and asked a little embarrassed.

"Look, many soldiers have their families gone, and they write this letter only for the sake of their hearts, and some of them need to trouble you to find their families." The lieutenant said with a sigh.

"So do you have anything else to explain?" Locke finally asked.

"As the last member of the Deschamps family, I am not sorry for my family, I fought for Lordaeron to the end!"

The lieutenant said solemnly.

Locke gave him a solemn military salute, and the lieutenant saluted him as well.

"You... Don't you think about living in another form? After much deliberation, Locke asked, after all, it was possible for this plague to eventually become the Forsaken.

"Live like a monster, or die like a good guy?"

The lieutenant saluted back, then turned and left to gather the soldiers.

Locke stood dumbfounded, holding the letters in his hand.

Oh, yes!

Live like a monster, or die like a good guy?!