Crazy normal people?

How can a normal person go crazy? How can a crazy fever be a normal person!

"It's just a statement. "Because in reality, it's hard to have ordinary people who don't go crazy when they're hit by strong negative emotions. ”

"There are always exceptions. The wrinkles on Morinda's face were piled up.

De La Heel immediately retorted: "We never believed that there would be such an exception, because it was simply impossible!"

"But the reality is the exact opposite of what you say. ”

"It's different, this time..."

Such an argument will never come to fruition. Pedi interrupted the argument with a frown, looked at Draxier and said, "I remember that you gave me the information that every time the undead army came, there would be a certain number of banshees, but you said that banshees could no longer exist..."

"Yes, those are ordinary banshees, they only need the first condition to be summoned. "But now Ferrola, the leader of the Undead Legion of the Duchy of Rigrock, is clearly not an ordinary banshee, she is very powerful, and she has the blood of the ancient royal family of humans... We immediately commissioned the assassins of the Death Swamp 'Brotherhood' to assassinate him, but the final result was 'not to be assassinated'!"

"In other words, she's so strong that she doesn't have any weaknesses?" Hannina's tone was incredulous, and as an agent who had served in the former Imperial Guard for more than two decades, she knew exactly what the 'Brotherhood' meant when she said those four words.

That's what it means, but it's just relative, and she's not really without weaknesses. Drahir's gaze looked at Pedi, "On the list of 'Brotherhood', there are no more than ten people with these four words..."

"Those killers always like to brag about themselves, if they were really that good, the world would have been ruled by them a long time ago. Pedi shook his head, "Let's talk about this war—" he looked at Draxier, "Based on what you just said, can I understand that the elves are not going to lend a helping hand to the ongoing war in the Principality of Rigrock?"

"Yes, this is our decision," he added at once as the faces of the crowd changed:

"Because it's no longer necessary... The outcome of this war has long been decided, we have sent a proposal to the Grand Duke of Trofil to retreat, the city-state alliance will receive the refugees of the Duchy of Rigrock as soon as possible, and we will accept all the living who have fled!"

"What's more, we don't know what the Undead Legion will do next after the capture of Karon..."

"The message left by our mage regiment in the web tells me that General Thranduil has ordered the main elven force to advance towards Feld Territory and garrison the northern part of Felder Territory. If the main force of the Legion of the Dead moves south, we will intercept them in the northern territory of Felder Territory, and if they advance north towards the Klan Territory or the northern entrance to the Suker Plain, they will need to be met by the combined forces of the Orc and Twak Territory in Klan City!"

As Dra Heel spoke, the staff officer next to the map immediately deduced from the map. Instinctively, Pedy thought about the meaning of these words, and his body involuntarily walked to the map.

"I don't think the Undead Legion will attack so soon. Drahir pointed to the city of Karen on the map, "They're more intelligent than we thought... Based on the experience of previous wars, they should wait for half a year, or several years, before they suddenly choose to attack!"

"For so long?" said Peddy, who was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned ugly.

Drahir smiled casually, "The longest time in history, the Undead Legion waited for more than fifty years before starting their crazy expansion path!"

"Why don't you take the initiative?" asked Hanina subconsciously.

"Fighting them on the territory of the undead, we will only lose faster, because our fallen soldiers will soon become their soldiers... And, as I said earlier, they possess all magical energy except for evil energy. ”

"If they wait fifty years before going to war... It won't take fifty years, just ten years and we won't be able to stand it. The old orc's Morinda voice was loud, "We can't wait in a state of preparation for war, no one can afford it!"

"And I can't believe the Confederates can survive for so long!" Baron Hannina shook her head, "in less than five years, our alliance will collapse. ”

"You should have told me this information earlier. Pedi glanced at Draxiel, then looked at Morinda and said, "You go now, catch up with Ser Sir Syrah-Marne, and tell her to sweep away the undead legion led by Herion at all costs!"

In a moment of silence, Pedi ordered Otwood, who had just returned to the office, "Recruit all the veterans, sergeants, and knights in Crewe City, and let them arrive at the school grounds of Fort Caval with their respective retinues by seven o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

"In addition, the king's announcement is issued, and the date of my expedition has been advanced to tomorrow!"

"A wise decision, Your Majesty. Drahil saw that his goal had been accomplished, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Morinda and Hanina had also reacted at this time, although Drahir was talking about the situation in Rigrock just now, the Herion Leader in the kingdom was now suffering the same.

If this army of the undead were allowed to occupy the city of Helion, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Prior to this conversation, Pedi and his ministers had deliberately delayed the war in the Heron Territory, using it as an excuse to delay their involvement in the war against the main forces of the Undead Legion.

As the king of the kingdom of Kruria, Pedi had a reason to do so,

Because they are facing an unknown war, and before starting this war, he must first observe what the enemy is going to face!

...

May 15, in the central territory of Rigrock, in the town of Imei north of the city of Karen.

The Rigrock soldiers who had withdrawn from the battlefield of Crane were all gathered here, and Archduke Trofe-Cliff had already known what he was up against from the information provided by the elves.

At this moment,

The northwest of Cullen had long been blockaded by the Legion of the Undead, and his main army was kept out of the blockade.

He asks the elves for help, but they tell him he should retreat!

Fall back?

Where to retreat?

Trofil had already despaired, but he didn't give up, or he had no way out.

The general attack is set for seven o'clock tomorrow morning,

Prior to this, he summoned Pelux Cather, Palek Anto, and Coric Dana to the temporary command in the center of Imei Town.

In a rudimentary room made of planks and stones, four people sat around a fire.

After more than half an hour of silence, the Grand Duke of Trofil suddenly said: "You don't have to participate in the attack tomorrow morning, take the people of the northern territory of the principality to retreat to the Suke Plain, the elves have promised to give us the necessary help!"

Trofil's words were soft, as if he were talking about an extremely ordinary triviality. After he said these words, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably slightly, as if he was afraid, and as if he was enjoying the pleasure of liberation.

Although these words came out of Trofil's mouth with ease, the meaning they represented was very heavy.

The eyes of the other three fell on Trofil in an instant, with an expression of surprise on their faces, a look of relief in their eyes, and their lips slightly opened, obviously wanting to say something, but they couldn't say anything.

Trofil looked at the three of them, and inevitably felt a little lost in his heart, and cursed him from the bottom of his heart for this failed life. But he endured the loss in his heart and said: "This war has almost no chance of winning for us, but I am different from you, and I must fight this war." ”

His power has not come in good faith,

After gaining power, he worked for the duchy as if he were not eating or sleeping, dreaming of extending the duchy's influence beyond the Cullen realm.

What he has paid during this period, only he knows!

And now, the harsh reality shattered all his dreams, everything he had fought for.

"Your Highness..."

"I've let Garricklin, who is trapped in Cullen, break through to Felder Territory. Trofil's tone was helpless, "Please forgive me for being selfish... If Garricklin is worthy of your allegiance, I want you to take an oath to him, but if he can't lead the Culens out of their troubles, you can choose your own leader. ”

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the faces of the three men, "This is my last request. ”

The three of them were stunned, and Coric stared at Trofil's slightly bald face and said, "Now that Baron Garricklin has evacuated the Cullen Territory, I think..."

"We have lost the whole principality, we have lost the land that our ancestors have beaten down, we have lost our people their homes, I am the ruler of this country, if I did not express it, you ... They..."

Trofil didn't go on, but he made it clear.

The three of them fell silent one after another when they heard Trollel's words, and the thoughts that remained were in the hearts of the three of them in a trance, but they were snuffed out again.

"Garricklin will be a good leader, and I swear by the honor of the Dana family. Count Coridge was silent for a while, and then solemnly assured.

Trofeld's dim gaze flashed for a moment, and he looked at the other two, and before they could say anything, he said, "If he is worthy of your allegiance... Let's go and prepare for the evacuation. ”

...

On the morning of May 16,

Suddenly dark clouds suddenly fell over the town of Karen Lingyimei, and soon rain fell.

It rained heavily, accompanied by bursts of thunder,

Outside the town, soldiers in full gear stood quietly in the rain, looking at the vague figure in the rain ahead.

Trofil was dressed in steel armor, with a huge meteor hammer on his shoulder, and his eyes looked beyond the endless dense forests and mountains.

"Everything... That's the end of it. ”

With the murmuring of whispers, accompanied by the sound of trumpets piercing through the rain barrier and thundering, the army of more than 10,000 men slowly advanced towards the south of the Karen Territory.

...

Three o'clock in the afternoon,

More than 10,000 soldiers under the advancing Trofil Department encountered a squad of undead patrol soldiers.

After a short fight, when Trofil ushered in victory, he found himself already encircled by an army of the undead.

The battle soon began,

Three hours later, the war that had long been doomed came to an end.

Trofil and his remaining twenty or so soldiers put up a final stand, using the corpse of the robe as a cover.

But the Undead Legion gave up the attack at the last moment, and under Trofil's puzzled gaze, an undead warrior in knight's armor, blue robes, and a swarthy hammer came out.

"Uncle Trofil, long time no see!" The undead warrior lifted his helmet, revealing a rotting countenance, and a pair of dark blue eyes stared at Trofil, who was guarded in the middle.

"Are you Bradidley?" Trofeld said with shock, and although there was hardly a single intact skin on the other party's face, he still recognized the identity of the undead at a glance, because the appearance of the other party was already engraved in the depths of his soul.

"It's me, you—" The Undead Warrior said with curiosity, slapping his head vigorously with his hand, shaking his brains between his skulls, "Ahhh Ahh

Trofil's high-profile funeral to show his generosity allowed Bradidley to retain a portion of his body for so long. Ferrola, after resurrecting him, created some of the memories she knew about Bradidley, giving the corpse wisdom.

Trofil looked at Bradidley, who was slapping his head hard, and knew that Cullen had fallen.

"Get out of the way, boys. Trofil pushed away the guards who were protecting him, looked at the somewhat gloomy sky, pointed to the undead soldiers around him, and said to the left and right, "Don't let me be like this!"

With that, Trofeld took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, his wide field of vision stretching his boring mood from the beginning, and he quickly charged towards Bradidley with the meteor hammer in his hand.

"Ahh

"Bang la la la"

The reverberation between the heavy chains and handles of the Meteor Hammer due to its violent movement seemed to be able to spread throughout the battlefield.

"Die again!" Trofil's lips opened and closed, his mouth full of steel teeth clenched together, and the whole person was like an arrow out of the bow, suddenly rushing to Bradidley's front, the meteor hammer in his hand cut through the air, a thunderclap sounded in the space, and the strong wind 'Ula Ula' swirled, and the hideous hammer body with spikes and blood was about to fall into Bradidley's chest.

"Dang!"

A dull and breathless sound exploded in the air, and Bradidley slashed at the hammer with a bloody broadsword in his hand, and the meteor hammer bounced back as the sparks flickered.

The killing intent in Trofil's eyes froze, and he threw the meteor hammer aside with his backhand, pulled out the long sword engraved with magic runes at his waist, and stabbed Bradidley in the throat from the bottom up.

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