The drizzle in the southern Silver Song Forest slowly stopped. The Ando Avenue was filled with drizzle, which was muddy like a rotten noodles that had been fermented. People and livestock should be careful when walking on it to prevent the branches covered by mud from tripping on the ground and sticking to the mixture of black mud and feces.

A group of soldiers in red armor walked out of the town of Ambermere, lined up along the sides of the muddy road to welcome the arrival of a big man.

At the starting position of the team, Baron Wellington and a group of nobles were waiting to look at the end of the road. But the long-awaited people who were waiting for it had never come. The high-ranking aristocrats made the onlookers point fingers. Many people couldn't hold on to their face and began to talk in a low voice.

"It's not here yet, alas... my legs are numb."

"Okay, Barron, I remember one time you had a night in bed with your maid, and the next day I was so energetic that I went hunting with me in the woods?"

"It would be nice not to let you fight the undead, just let you stand for a while. Besides, the person who came may be the future King Lordaeron, so don't you want to give him a good impression?"

"I am a Gilness, not a Lordaeron..." Wellington, who was standing in the forefront, listened to the murmur of the nobles behind him, "He is not my king..."

"Yes, you are right. Unfortunately, your king abandoned you and your territory in order to resist the attack of the undead. Is it necessary for such a king to be loyal?"

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"This place was Lordaeron's territory for a long time, Barron. You still want to keep your family's territory. If you don't admit him, then he confiscate your territory and you don't have any complaints..."

"He has no right to do this."

"No, he just has the right to do this. Wake up and don't let alcohol confuse your head. Greymann has long abandoned your family!"

The topics of the nobles behind him were constantly passed on to Wellington's ears. As Wellington, who was temporarily appointed as the commander of the Southern Silver Pine Forest, had no intention of persuading his friends.

He said everything he should say, and he did everything he should do. If he was still obsessed with it, Wellington would rush to Lord Harvey to deal with these people.

This position of Commander of the Southern Silver Forest covers all military and political authority. This is a very important position that Wellington cannot ignore. This is a key to the senior leadership of the Blood Crusader and even the core leadership of the Harvey Grand Lord!

This opportunity is a century-old opportunity for the Wellington family! If he could not seize this opportunity, he would have been buried in the cemetery long ago. His grandfather, the old Baron Wellington, the old Timberwolf who created the Wellington noble family, would get up from the coffin without hesitation and kill him and choose to accept Locke's recruitment...

Baron Wellington also believed that with his understanding of the Kingdom of Gilness, he would inevitably be appreciated by Lord Harvey, and it would be extremely likely to go further in the future.

Therefore, he is willing to do anything that can strengthen the Wellington family. With his efforts, the Wellington family may become a prominent big family!

In Wellington's trance, a small team appeared at the end of the road at the distance. They slowly walked on this muddy road under the red flag.

Wellington began to feel a little annoyed. The rain before was really bad, so why not fix the road here in advance...

In the lightning of his thoughts, the cavalry, who were wearing the red blood crusade flag and the blue Lordaeron banner, had already rushed to the front of the nobles such as Wellington.

The neighing sound of war horses and the sound of the knights' armor rubbing, let Wellington wake up. Due to the narrow streets, the nobles and some onlookers retreated one after another to free up the road for the knights in front.

The tight, thick, angular armor, with a handful of red velvet floating behind the helmet, the knights with only eyes and mouth exposed, leaning on the flag in one hand and pressing the straight sword at the waist with the other, looking vigilantly at everyone around them.

As the knights looked at each other, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads and dared not look directly at them.

Without letting everyone wait for a long time, Locke soon appeared in front of these nobles on lightning. He rejected the young attendant's chair and turned over and got off the war horse. He waved to the young attendant, and the latter quickly walked to Locke and looked at him timidly.

"Ben, I don't need this thing. I'm not old enough to need someone to serve to get on and off the horse." Looking at the young servant who was a little panicked, Locke patted his shoulder and continued to say to him, "General Abidis arranged you before me, not to let you do these things."

"Your cousin Bridget doesn't want to see these either."

"But, Lord Harvey." The boy with freckles on his face said hesitantly, "Isn't the servant supposed to do these things? I'll bring you tea and water, wipe your weapons, tidy up and dismantle your armor..."

"Yes, not right," Locke smiled and patted Ben's head. "The real knights need to start with small things, but I hope you can learn something different from me than the ones that other knights can do."

"Do you understand?"

I looked at Locke with a slight understanding. Locke smiled and shook his head, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will understand in the future. Remember, don't move the chair for me again."

Ben hurriedly nodded vigorously, then followed Locke and walked towards the nobles of Ambermeer.

Locke greeted the nobles standing in front, and this man was undoubtedly their head.

He was dressed neatly, and the dark red windbreaker with a standing collar covered his exposed clothes. The dark red trousers were wrapped in dark leather boots on his feet to his calves. A gorgeously decorated sword hung on the waist on the left, and two daggers, one long and one short, on the right waist, were hung on the top of his waist, a typical Gilness dress.

He had thick black hair, brown eyes looking at himself, and his black beard wrapped his mouth and chin together, but they were extremely neatly repaired.

Most of the nobles around him dressed like him, and they liked to wear large cloaks, while most of the nobles in Gilness wore thick windbreakers, which may have something to do with their geographical location.

Lock smiled and stepped forward and said to him, "Ah, you are Baron Wellington."

Wellington forced himself to stop his urge to kneel down. It was inappropriate for the other party to do so before he could claim to be king.

"Mr. Harvey, I am Harding Wellington, the lord of Fort Wellington." Baron Wellington introduced himself, and did not forget the people behind him. He turned sideways and introduced to Locke, "These are our local lords, this one is..."

After Wellington introduced the nobles one by one, a considerable number of civilians gathered here, and they looked at the young nobles surrounded by noble men with curiosity.

Some people had seen Locke's statue, and they immediately shouted it out, which made the atmosphere here lively. They naturally knew about Locke's name, and they knew that Locke had been helping them with the propaganda of Dalaran wizards who protected them, and they even knew that Locke had been helping them with food.

Finally, Locke briefly said a few words to these people, and then surrounded by nobles and entered the local town hall.

The long chairs in the small conference room of the town hall were moved away, and there was only a thick chair with a backrest and gorgeous gold-covered chair on the pulpit. Locke walked straight up and sat down. His servants and guards stood behind Locke on the left and right sides respectively.

When all the nobles came in, Locke, who was sitting in the main seat, shouted to the nobles below, "Sir Harding Wellington, come up."

Baron Wellington slowly squeezed out of the crowd. He simply tidied up his clothes, came to Locke in the complex eyes of all the nobles, and half-kneeled down.

"The peace of the Southern Silver Pine Forest will come early under your efforts. I announce in the name of the commander of the Supreme Armed Forces of Lordaeron, and officially appoint you as the commander of the Blood Crusader in the Southern Silver Pine Forest."

Then, the servant Ben, behind Locke, walked down the pulpit with Locke, holding a red box and walked to Wellington who had just stood up.

The attendant opened the box, and Locke took out a bright red crusade robe from it, turning to face Wellington. The latter lowered his head at the right time, Locke put the robe on Wellington's body. Wellington's attendants walked up from both sides to help him tidy up his robe. When he put on the robe, Locke took out a parchment roll covered with a red stamp from the box.

"This is your appointment, Lord Wellington. I hope you can protect our southern Silver Pine Forest from foreign invasions."

Wellington half-kneeled again, and he said firmly, "I will not let Lord Harvey down on my expectations for me, and I will not let the land of the Southern Silver Song Forest be occupied by the enemy for even an inch!"

These words made many nobles present swear.

Now the nobles who were close to the Southwest Greymann Wall are still in a swaying state. Although they appeared here with Wellington, some people were still unwilling to be loyal to Locke.

They all came here under the persuasion of Wellington. After all, no one could resist the attacks of Lord Harvey's army outside the Wall of Greyman. For them, changing to a loyal monarch was not a problem, but they didn't know what the Gilness royal family thought.

The Wall of Greymann not only blocked the invasion of the natural disasters, but also blocked the news inside the wall. No one knew what the situation was inside. God knew whether the kingdom's army would come out of the Wall of Greymann again in the future and ask Lordaeron for this part of the land he had abandoned? Once that time comes, the nobles who were already on the front line will definitely be in trouble.

What's more, the young man in front of him is not the king of Lordaeron, and the last heir of the Minaishire family has not really disappeared from history. At this time, if you surrender to him in advance, there will be great risks, which is a risk that the nobles present are unwilling to take.

Thinking of this, they felt some sympathy for Wellington. At the same time, they began to expect that this young man would fail in Lordaeron, preferably not the king, so that Wellington, the archer, would fail in a mess.

Locke pulled Wellington up from the ground, and he asked Wellington to stand beside him and said to the cold-looking nobles around him, "Lordalon will not forget those who helped us, but he will not care about those who take the blame."
Chapter completed!