"Thank you for the compliment. Borena accepted with a smile.

Settle for the status quo – this is not a good assessment, but it is a very satisfying and even a little proud of Borena. Faced with a cold climate and a brutal northern neighbor, the warlike Anktans have never lacked a spirit of resistance, and his willingness to settle them down is a testament to his success.

But that's really not a good thing for some people. When there is a visible hope for a better life, most people are more willing to move forward than to indulge in promises that are too far away, and thus become less easily instigated. The most staunch followers of Nesses today, apart from those who had been secretly cultivated in the early days, came from the group that had been persecuted—from the people who had been driven and slaughtered by the army sent by Eugene, and who had watched their homes and relatives disappear into flames.

The faith, which is sustained by hatred and the glory of being a martyr, may be blind, but it is difficult to change.

The pastor stopped talking, but there was real regret in his eyes. He had always felt that the king did not have a very strong will, and it would not have been difficult to convince him before he had been assassinated...... He has always been very good at persuading others.

He even had many grievances against the increasingly arbitrary Copass, including tonight's actions. If it had been arranged by him, it would never have been so rough and reckless. Speaking of which, their original status was no different, but now ......

Fortunately, although he wasted his lips and tongue, he did not waste time.

The bright moonlight dimmed, and huge clouds were pushed by the wind, gradually obscuring the entire sky. When Rosa raised her foot and kicked the head of a man emerging from the dirt again, the warrior, who should have been exhausted, paused, and slowly turned his head to the side.

She met a pair of empty, lifeless eyes, dilated pupils that bottomed out in the last glimmer of light.

Her heart pounded, as heavy as if it had hit her ribs, but Rosa's movements were not slow at all. She drew her sword from its sheath and stabbed it neatly, but her feet were suddenly empty.

She hadn't stepped on the soft ground that had been stirred up by vines like a swamp.

As the ground sank, a pale hand reached out and grabbed at her ankle. She didn't dodge, just changed the direction of her attack slightly. As her sword plunged deep into the eyes of her dead foe, another sword roared, severing the hand that had touched her boots.

With a flick of her toes, she returned the elf's weapon back to him.

The dirt that had subsided was churning again, and the people buried in it were coming out so fast that they didn't look like humans. Rosa jumped onto the nearest reef in a few steps, frowning slightly.

It was much more powerful than the undead she had ever heard of.

The elves quickly harvested the heads, but wisely dragged the still-unconscious Ryan onto the reef before falling into the encirclement.

Borena's face was ugly. At such times, sarcasm may be the more powerful weapon, but the anger burning in his heart far outweighs contempt and disgust.

"Undead...... Do these warriors, who have sworn to give everything for your gods, know that this is the end of their life?" he asked.

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about. Levi replied calmly, "We never deal with necromancers. You're ......"

The corners of his mouth curled slightly: "Between you and the necromancer, there are many 'stories' that everyone knows. ”

Borena laughed out loud in a fit of rage.

"Do you know why you will never succeed?" he asked, "because of your filthy means, even you know not to be exposed to the sun, because you ...... You can't even treat people as human beings. ”

"The results speak for themselves, Your Majesty. Levie was unmoved, "Although you may not see the end anymore." ”

It was completely dark, but it was the frozen river, I don't know if it was a reflection, or a little light faintly shining from the bottom of the river. The sound of the river flowing from far to near becomes clearer.

The river level in autumn is much lower than in summer, and there should be no danger in the short term—Borena judged calmly, but a grumpy little man was already in his head and began to jump.

What the hell is wrong with that dragon?!

But now it may be more difficult for him to deal with the completely frozen river than to deal with the enemy in front of him, and he can only look at the present.

The undead were still crawling out of the ground one after another, and he could see that some of them had clearly ended their own lives, and the last expressions on their faces were not fear and despair. They may know their fate, but they willingly...... No, they may think that their souls are immortal. But even if this is the case, life itself should not be given up so easily...... To be so insulted and trampled on.

The king, who had died once, raised his right arm, and the "armor" still wrapped around it, but for now, all he needed was the little light it emitted...... What he relied on was never his own strength.

The faint tremors were barely felt on the soft and still undulating ground. It wasn't until a moment before the firelight was lit that Ley, who was also unable to cast spells, noticed the figure surrounding him.

The firelight continued to illuminate the inky night after the moonlight disappeared. The normal, rough faces behind each torch looked no different from the many people who had surrounded this place not so long ago—they were just ordinary people, born and raised in this cold land. They even went down the same path, only to be lucky enough to turn back when they realized that it was not the right path...... And on this night, I was more sure of my choice.

“...... Comit Ansel. ”

Levy recognized at a glance the burly and strong man of blacksmiths, the former priest of Nesses.

"How dare you show up?" he sneered, but an indescribable panic rose in his heart.

"What would you not dare?" replied the blacksmith calmly, "I know what you want to say. But, lo and behold, I did not betray my faith—I believed in a god who really cared for the most ordinary and even the lowliest, and who helped them to recognize their strength and strive to make their lives better no matter what situation they found themselves in...... But don't hurt others for it. You're trying to tell me that the god isn't?"

There were many answers in Ley's head—it wasn't that he couldn't answer the question, he had many high-sounding reasons, but he saw a bright white light in the palm of the blacksmith's hand, who almost never wore a white robe even when he was called a priest.