With the help of the guards, the large piece of maggot was dragged all the way to the post.

The originally anxious merchants surrounded their companions happily when they saw their companions. At the same time, they pointed at the maggot, and Locke could even see them swallowing their saliva.

In the end, Dalian still didn't ask for the rotten meat.

They are not civilians who lack food, so there is no need to eat these maggots meat. They just want to satisfy their appetite and eat these meat, and they can't put down the bump in their hearts.

The night passed quickly and the Crusaders continued to set out towards their established goals.

The east and west of the Sodoril River are the same, and the environment here is even worse than that there, so people here call it the East Plague Land.

After crossing the Sodoril River, the soldiers patrolling along the way were no longer the crusad soldiers who were familiar to Locke, who were in the sky blue battle robe. Instead, they were familiar to Locke's black and white-edged battle robe. The pattern of the battle robe was a radiant sun.

These soldiers in silver dawn robes, wearing bright silver armor, had ragged arms, and rarely were intact.

"The soldiers of Maxwell, on this land, led the war against natural disasters. Their headquarters are in the Holy Wish Chapel of Light." The Grand Lord Moglani smiled and nodded to the Silver Dawn soldiers who saluted by the roadside. "These brave soldiers have been working hard to clear the dead here. They set up sentry towers on this main road to help the civilians passing by."

Silver dawn, of course I know.

While listening to the introduction of the Great Lord, Rock looked at the weather-beaten soldiers by the roadside. Each of them had a mask and a cap on his head, and only his exposed eyes were bright and bright. At this moment, they were welcoming the arrival of the brothers.

If we want to compare the Crusaders and Silver Dawn together, this is the same as the left wing and the right wing. The left wing ideology is slightly calm, while the right wing is more radical.

The Blood Crusaders in the next period will be more radical, otherwise Silver Dawn would not have chosen to leave the Crusaders because of their different aspirations and disagreements.

At this stage, the Crusaders and Silver Dawn are both military organizations under the leadership of the Silver Hand.

Locke has always had deep resentment towards Silver Dawn because they kept killing the soldiers of the Blood Crusaders in the game.

It is obvious that this is not consistent with the concept. After all, they are all armys fighting against natural disasters. After the Silver Dawn broke away from the Crusaders and the Silver Hands, they began to issue some tasks to destroy the Blood Crusaders. What Locke couldn't understand was why all humans were killing each other? The Blood Crusaders clearly claimed that the Silver Dawn and the Alliance were their allies. But they avoided it and were unwilling to have any involvement with the Blood Crusaders. This also made the Blood Crusaders go further and further on the road to depravity.

Locke shook his head and shook away the thoughts that were gradually moving away from his mind. Now is not the time to think about this.

It is possible whether this tragedy will happen again. I have greatly changed the history of the Crusader.

Abandoning the distracting thoughts in his mind and coming back to his senses, Locke found that the Crusaders had arrived under a hill. It was noon, and the first and second legions leading the way had stopped moving forward, and they gathered around the hills.

Above this hill, there is a sentry tower. The sentry tower is emitting bright holy light around. It may be affected by the holy light. The surrounding plants and plants were not affected by the plague, and everything was still so lush.

Not long after, soldiers came to pass on the message ahead.

The commander asked Locke and the Great Lord to discuss matters. After Locke explained to Bridget, he followed the Great Lord to the whistle on the hill.

On the road leading to the top of the small hills, there were constant barricades set up by silver dawn soldiers. The soldiers looked at the surrounding plants and trees vigilantly, and they saluted respectfully after seeing Locke and the Great Lord.

"Every sentry tower has a holy light generator, which can amplify the energy we input into the surrounding air and dispel the ubiquitous plagues. In order to facilitate us to fight on this cursed land, and that thing is also the thing that the undead wants to destroy the most." The great lord explained the source of the holy light on the top of the mountain.

Lock then suddenly realized that he felt strange when he saw the thick holy light in the game before, why can a whistle tower emit such a violent holy light?

It turns out that the root cause is here.

The hills were not very high, and in a few minutes they arrived at the whistle above. Here a silver dawn commander named Carlin Redpass received them.

"Welcome to you, dear sirs. The situation here is a bit bad, I hope you don't mind."

The middle-aged officer was also a bald man with a bright forehead. Since he came to this world, Locke discovered that many humans have turned into Mediterranean hairstyles since they were middle-aged. Locke only hopes that he will not become like this at that time.

"I hope our arrival will not cause you trouble." The great lord smiled and replied to the commander with a military salute.

"Oh, trouble? Maybe." Redpass smiled bitterly, "Everything around us is trouble. If it weren't for the Holy Light above our heads, I don't know if we could still hold on!"

Redpass was walking in front of him, and he turned around and greeted them.

"The plague-infected hunting dogs, mutated bats, etc., these animals that were harmless in humans and animals have become fierce now. If it were just these, it would be okay to say," Redpass sighed. "In the jungle in the south, a group of forest trolls came from Quelthalas in the north. They stole our supplies and invaded our defense."

"Do you need our help? We have so many soldiers here now, and I believe it should be fine to help you get rid of trouble." Locke asked him calmly.

"Thank you for your kind commander," Redpass smiled, his beard shaking, "the existence of those trolls is not all. They not only fight with us, but also fight with the undead in the natural disasters. They have their existence blocked the undead in the south for us. It is still beneficial to keep them."

"Okay," Locke nodded, "if you need it, though. It's rare that we have so many soldiers here."

"Yes," Redpass responded with a smile.

"Okay, the Grand Commander Dassor Khan and General Abidis are waiting for you inside." Redpas pointed to the inside of the wardrobe, "I won't go in. I'll arrange the surroundings. I'm more familiar with the environment here than you. You have a good rest, and Stantam will see your crusaders!"

Redpass saluted the two and turned away.

The inside of the mail tower was a little empty, with some weapon racks around it, and some swords were placed on it. In the innermost part, there was a staircase leading to the top of the mail tower. In the place opposite the door was a large table filled with books. Dassor Khan and Abidis were sitting at the table discussing something, and several senior Crusaders were flipping through the books.

"At this speed, we will be able to reach Stantholm in two more days."

Locke walked over and pulled away the chairs at the table, letting the Grand Lord sit down first, and then he sat next to them and listened to them discussing the problem.

"The soldiers are in very good spirits. We don't have to rest so early today. In fact, we can walk forward." General Abidis suggested.

Oh? Did you walk for half a morning today?

Just when Locke was surprised, Grand Prosecutor Ethan Leon took over the sentence, "If you don't stay here, then we will be destined to not be able to reach the next post today, and the risk of camping in the wild. You know Abidis, this is very dangerous."

"It doesn't matter. We will arrive at Stantammu sooner or later. Don't rush this time. Let the soldiers rest well and maintain sufficient energy to better exert their combat effectiveness." The commander Dassor Khan was not in a hurry.

"Okay," Abidis stood up and walked towards the stairs inside. "I'll go up and add some materials to that thing. The holy light here cannot be extinguished. It is the beacon for us to guide us!"

"Actually, there is nothing to say," Dassor Khan looked at the people present and continued, "We will rest here today. From tomorrow we will start the march in a hurry. We will not stop until the next post is reached. Let our soldiers be prepared. When we eliminate the natural disasters, everything will be much better."

"Oh, by the way. I have sent someone to inform Lord Vadmal of the Hand of Tyr to prepare our food. At that time, we will not stop at the Hand of Tyr and the Holy Vow Chapel of the Holy Light and will go directly to Stantamsom."

"No problem, right?" the commander asked the people present.

Others shook their heads one after another.

"Okay, let's disband." After that, the commander walked out first, followed by the great lord, with only Ethan Leon and Falbanks remaining in the mail.

"Locke, here is better than Tirisfalinland than there?" Ethan Lean asked Locke with a smile.

This time, because the mission was important, Ethan Leon and Falbanks also followed the army. After all, they were high-level priests with a number of high-level priests in the Crusaders.

And the prosecutor who is now in charge of the monastery is Locke's woman, Shari Whiteman.

"There is no good or bad, the Grand Prosecutor." Locke shook his head, "I only saw that natural disasters destroyed everything. And it may be difficult to restore this place."

"This is why we hate natural disasters so much." Falbanks stroked his bald head and sighed, "Countless people died in this catastrophe."

For a moment, the atmosphere inside the wardrobe was a little depressed.

"I'll check how the soldiers are doing camping." Locke stood up and said goodbye to the two prosecutors, and walked out of this somewhat depressing environment.

When he left Menloke sighed, he came to the edge of the hills, looking at the dim surroundings of the surroundings and felt a little heavy.

Countless lives have become brainless and twisted walking zombies, because of their weakness, they cannot decide their own destiny.

And now can you decide your own destiny?
Chapter completed!