Everyone was shocked to hear it.

The poor man from the family shouted uglyly: "Sister-in-law, so that's the case! But how could this Bridget Abidis suddenly run to Northrend? He always feels like a conspiracy!"

Luo Wei immediately shouted: "Sister-in-law, tell me quickly! You must have a follow-up here!"

"Yes, yes! Don't go around in circles!" Everyone immediately urged.

Murphy shrugged and said, "It is said that Admiral Barry Wes was controlled by Melganis. General Abidis was assassinated during his expedition to Northrend."

"Huh? Melganis?" Everyone was stunned, for this familiar name.

Loway said in surprise: "Sister-in-law, is it the terrifying demon who seduces Prince Arthas Minaihill to fall?"

"Yes." Murphy nodded again and said, "In fact, the story about the character Bridget Abidis has a main storyline, but it must be done by the Alliance tribe. In the main task of the tribe, you will get a book called "The Diary of the General Abidis" which records a lot of things."

The poor man touched his chin and asked, "So, sister-in-law, who did you hire adventurers to assassinate Bridget. Abidis? Alliance or tribe?"

"And, Sister Fei'er, why did the alliance and the tribe assassinate her? Did they have any grudges before?" Black Moon Flying Dance said curiously.

Murphy said with a smile: "Well, the tribe's intention to assassinate Abidis is very obvious, because of the Forgotten. So why does the alliance also assassinate Abidis? I can read the content of Abidis's diary to everyone. Maybe after listening to this, everyone will understand something."

"Yeah!" Everyone nodded.

Murphy coughed gently and began to read "The Diary of General Abidis".

The voice was whispering to me: "Come to me." I understood from the beginning that this was the holy light calling me in my dream. Over the years, besides devotional prayer, I have tirelessly removed the undead dirty things on the surface of Azeroth. Although there were repeated failures, I never gave up. Today, all this finally came to fruition.

finally!

It came again. "Come to me..." The Holy Light ordered me like this.

This time, I woke up and my whole body was cold, but my room was not cold. In the future, I would work harder! I will go to Dazhangyuan tomorrow and told him that I would strengthen the length of prayer. I will never use war as an excuse to do any expedient measures.

The Holy Light has noticed our good deeds. I can feel it clearly!

This time I was even possessed! It was so vivid and clear that it lasted for more than a minute. On this sunny and warm noon, the air I exhaled was frozen and atomized. A pastor noticed this situation and immediately knelt down to pray.

No one heard the sound except me. But at least what the pastor saw proved that I was not crazy. Maybe I should call Langren to pray for it?

I am going to ask Jordan and Skit to refine their recruitment standards. Recently, our team has become bloated because of the incorporation of many fake believers. They only know how to eliminate the undead, which is not enough!

Both the commander and the bishop were extremely cooperative. Although they had no choice but to do so. Bishop Skit was particularly enthusiastic about this. He mentioned the idea of ​​forming a new crusader and vowed to arrest all the undevoted surrogate players in our organization.

I let him relax. Although we are working hard to form an elite force to serve the Holy Light in Northrend, it does not mean that our organization has been corrupted to the point where we need to break the great destruction and establishment. Doing so will only destroy the Crusaders. I am afraid that the friendship between him and Lekaft will cause him to be a little distorted. But, after all, they each have their own uses.

I will leave most of the members of the Crusaders here and continue to finish off the undead behind us. I think after they complete the mission, most of them will probably leave the army and go back to their hometown to get married?

I always think this idea is quite correct and is also our best result. We have been running on the earth, standing up and regaining our home polluted by natural disasters, and fighting back the glory of our former scourge for our Lordae. Back to before the natural disasters... Back to before the regicide of Arthas... Back to before the birth of the Lich King.

There are rumors in the army now that one day the Blood Crusaders will be completely changed. Bishop Skit called that day "Red Dawn".

I will pay attention to this situation. I feel at heart that I can understand the truth. I pray that what it brings to us will be a gospel rather than a disaster.

This time, the words of the Holy Light became more urgent. After I woke up from my dream, I could still feel the feeling of impatience. I would not let it down. I could not delay any longer, we must get on the road as soon as possible!

What a coincidence—I had to hide my inner comfort—Captain Sydney bought a large number of new ships for us this afternoon and was used for this voyage. Or maybe this was not a coincidence at all? The way the Holy Light expressed its wishes was by no means something we could understand.

I chose the Sneer's Scythe as my flagship. I feel that this name is quite suitable.

Now I know why the Holy Light urges me to act as soon as possible.

On this night of death, a floating city of natural disasters appeared above us, and the minions of hell came out of it!

A group of newly trained death knights led the attack. Our casualties were extremely heavy. Given that natural disasters occupied the air superiority and could launch attacks in any corner, we seemed unable to establish any effective defense.

I am afraid that our expedition to Northrend will end here before it even began.

I received news that Fireplace Valley and the surrounding areas were already gathering forces for this, and Commander Galaville. The Devotional Blood wanted to lead them to rescue. Unfortunately, his efforts were afraid that they would be meaningless.

I must pray that my best messengers could break through the enemy's lines and go back to warn him that the Fireplace Valley must assemble the rest of the crusaders to defend themselves.

If you are lucky, they should be able to break through before sunset.

Until this morning, I still did not receive any echoes from the messenger team. Obviously none of them arrived at the Fireplace Valley alive. The plague land had fallen. And Galaville would inevitably bring the army, but this was the sheep entering the tiger's mouth. What greeted them was the fate of destruction.

This afternoon I received a foreshadowing from the Holy Light. In the illusion, I saw that everything we established here was completely destroyed. The message it conveyed was clear--I must choose to keep the most pious members around me and allow the abandoned crusaders—Galaville—to their end.

Shortly afterwards, Langerren told me that he had received the same instruction. I could not understand why the Holy Light allowed us to take such a disgraceful action. But I had no position to question - I was born to obey the Holy Light, and I had to obey.

I watched New Avalon, and my heart was a little shaken. Somehow, I was afraid that this was the last time I saw it. Our future career was destined to be concentrated in Northrend. But I had a slight ominous premonition at the moment. But no matter what, the task in front of me was the most important. I could not distract other things, I would remove these distractions.

Perhaps if you are lucky, the commander's pious blood can survive. The remaining troops who survived were reorganized. And I am a coward - a wild dog running away with his tail between his legs!

They told me that the journey would take two months. The rest of the ships were not as fast as the Sneer's Scythe after all. They carried most of our legions and equipment, as bloated as freight ships, but they would arrive safely.

What I am worried about now is not this, but hope that the Holy Light will bless me to withstand the feeling of seasickness. At least it cannot be seen by others.

I haven't written a diary for a while. These days, I feel disgusted as soon as I stand up. The soldiers below have begun to wonder why I have locked myself in the room most of the time. I want them to see it now, which is a huge blow to morale. What a loss of composure!

I can't delay any more. I prayed like this. Six weeks passed, and the weather seemed to be worse every day. I just hope that the climate in Northrend would not be so bad. I was actually very afraid of the cold.

And the Holy Light seems to be silent for a long time.

We suffered an unpredictable attack! A large number of giants rowed long ships and appeared from the fog like ghosts. They were silent like death.

I lost a ship and all the soldiers on it. Considering that we had only rush to receive some of the most basic naval combat training, we were really brave and good at fighting when we resisted.

After the battle, only the screams of our soldiers who were kidnapped by the giants were left on the sea. After a while, the sound returned to silence. Bishop Skit led everyone to pray together.

This morning I was possessed again while adjusting the map at hand. The Holy Light controlled my fingers and pointed out where we were going.

We are approaching!

Log in!

After I came down from the small rowboat, I planted our flag, and at this moment I was conquered by the holy light again. It declared through my mouth: Today is the red dawn - the great day we have been waiting for! This will become the New Fireplace Valley. And we are no longer the Blood Crusaders, but the Blood Pioneer Army.

As this name suggests, we will become the sword edges that penetrate into the heart of the natural disaster. The natural disaster cancer attempts to overflow the roof of the world and flood all our remaining companions. It is time to launch a direct war against the Lich King's lair.

It's almost a month since the construction work is progressing rapidly. I've been too busy recently and I don't have time to keep a diary. The scouts sent out have reported that this continent is full of dragons and other monsters. When we are ready, we have to hold our feet.

Halfway through this week, the Grand Palm House announced that a visitor will soon be sent by the Holy Light to lead us to victory.

I don't know how to describe my feelings at this moment. Why didn't the Holy Light tell me? Could it be that I'm not pious enough? Am I going to be replaced by an outsider?

Admiral Barry Weswin appeared in front of my camp tonight! For some reason, he did not die in the landing war many years ago.

He didn't seem to have grown much older, but I know that was him. He claimed that he was the only survivor of the destroyed fleet, and that the gift of the Holy Light saved him.

We sat together and talked all night long. He assured me that he had no intention of replacing my position, that it was the Holy Light that directed him to travel through the vast keel bone wilderness to come here as my personal consultant. The commanding position was only nominally. He claimed that Northrend would face major changes. The alliance and the tribe would enter here in great detail. The reason was that the Lich King was preparing to put another great plague on them.

People who prefer the admirals seem to be too fanatical. Especially Langergen, the Grand Palm Courtyard and Bishop Skit. It is obvious that the Holy Light gave him new blessings in the Admiral's sleep, and he passed it on to Langergen. Many people have turned to the priesthood, and now they are called "Crow Pastors".

Only Jordan seemed unmoved. I think that was understandable. Maybe he felt that if my position was threatened, his position would not be preserved.

Something was not right. Although I couldn't point out what it was, I found that I could not completely trust the General. He did nothing wrong, on the contrary, almost impeccable! Moreover, it was my duty to trust the adjutant.

I pray to the Holy Light to give me understanding. The Holy Light chose the General to guide us towards victory. I have no position to question its decision. I will continue to obey. I am pious.

Two more months have passed. The construction of the New Fireplace Valley has achieved remarkable results, the city walls are almost completed, and the barracks are the same. Carreki's men are all subpoenaed by magical workers.

I have no intention of writing. For some reason, I have been deliberately not focusing on this. Recently, the Holy Light has not given me blessings, although the General has always promised that there is nothing to worry about.

The subordinates reported that a small group of Forsaken people had opened a camp on the other side of the northern hills. The alliance was obviously starting to build a larger base.

The general said that we should go there. The other troops of the tribe were stationed in the west, and if we attacked, we would definitely come to rescue him. I was a little reluctant. But his words also make sense.

The first phase of the project has been completed, and Admiral Weswin ordered a group of people under my command to go to the north to establish a small foothold. He did not explain in detail, but only said it was the guidance of the Holy Light.

This afternoon we caught four spies sent by the Forsaken, all from the town of Grudges. I plan to ask Lekaft torture them. If we only caught four, it is hard to imagine how many spies were involved in us.

Why do I feel like the truth is close?

——General Abidis

Soon, Murphy finished the story.

The poor man grinned and touched his chin, saying, "Sister-in-law, why do I think Abidis seems..."

Murphy smiled slightly and said, "Yes. Abidis also has an attitude of not being able to do with the Arctic expedition. And he is already seriously ill because he is not adapted to the cold weather in the Arctic!"

"That's how it works!"

Rowe asked again: "But sister-in-law, why did Melganis harm Abidis?"

"This!" Murphy smiled and said, "Actually, the reason is quite simple. The Fear Demon King doesn't care who dies or lives. They are loyal to the Burning Legion, and what the Legion needs is destruction. Blood is just a piece to them, and this piece can be replaced at will. Moreover, by Northendry's Blood's strength is already at the end of its strength, and it will be abandoned sooner or later."

"Ah, that's it!" Everyone grinned.

Rowe thought about it carefully and muttered, "Forget it. Since this Abidis is dead, there is probably no interesting story. Sister-in-law, let's talk about the other two people. Let's talk about Ethan Leon first, after all, we are most familiar with this guy." At the end, Rowe gritted his teeth.

Murphy smiled and said, "About Ethan Leon, or NPC, putting aside Tyran Fording, he is also a very powerful guy!"

The poor man from the family hummed and said, "The problem is that we can't let go!"

The others didn't say anything, but it was obviously not very pleasant. Zoul Murphy had nothing to say about this. The task of love and family is really too exciting for everyone.

So Murphy didn't say much, and began to tell the story of Ethan Leon.

Ethan Leon is a high-level priest before Lordaeron's fall, one of the founders of the Blood Crusades, the Attorney General of the Blood Crusades, the Grand Prosecutor of the Blood Crusades in the Fireplace Valley, and is also the mentor of the Great Lord Tyran Fordine, and one of the supreme leaders of the Blood Crusades.

Murphy's first sentence made everyone unable to help but recite it slightly.

Murphy smiled helplessly, without saying anything, and said directly: "As early as the Second War, Ethan Leon made his mark as a powerful priest of the Holy Light. Different from many devout and peaceful priests, Ethan Leon was determined and full of vitality because of his faith. In the Second War, Ethan Leon joined the Knights of the Silver Hand and quickly gained a high status in the Knights of the Silver Hand because of his strength and firm belief in the Sun Light."

Rowe took an apple and muttered as he nibbled, "Sister-in-law, is this guy very firm in the belief in Holy Light? Then why do you still kill Tyran?"

"Yes, Sister Fei'er! Why is this?" Youqing Lily also chewed potato chips and ate them.

Murphy knew the mood of these little guys very well, so he was very good at speaking, saying, "Didn't I say it before? Ethan Leon and Abidis, who are the general Bridget. Abidis's father and former general Abidis were tortured crazy? Okay, I continue to say, just listen to it."

"Oh~~~" Everyone nodded indifferently.

In terms of attitudes towards orcs, aliens and heresy, Ethan Leon is a rare hawk in the hands of Silver. Although most members of the Knights of Silver Hand are disgusted with orcs who provoke the war, after the orcs were defeated, Ethan Leon was one of the few middle and high-level members who clearly expressed their strict measures against the orcs, which also enabled him to gain a lot of support among the young and passionate lower-level Knights.

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