Suspicion froze Ley's mind for a moment, but he soon realized that the white light was not the holy light, and he was annoyed and angry because of his own subconscious retreat.

"You ......," he squeezed a threatening voice out of his throat, but he still couldn't finish the sentence.

Kormit had already taken his eyes off him, and with a neat swing of his hand, he smashed the white light into the middle of the undead surrounded by the flames.

It was only then that Levy suddenly realized another problem. These undead should not have been afraid of flames, but these torches seemed to be mixed with something else, emitting a faint and soft fragrance that made the undead hesitate and slow, and many even stood in place, their faces that should no longer be expressionless twisted into dazed, as if they were struggling to think about it, as if their souls that should have been shattered still had a trace of their own consciousness.

But when the white light let out a trembling whisper, it exploded silently among them, exploding a faint, faint blue halo, but they were like hungry ghosts attracted by flesh and blood, desperately rushing straight away, slamming into each other in confusion, and still frantically biting at the invisible light.

Surprise and anger instantly cooled into uneasiness, and Levi quietly stepped back. He was also surrounded by torches, but he was still some distance from the undead, and these few steps back saved him from the shadow of death.

It was a real shadow, with a strange screech, coming like a hurricane, raining down from the sky.

A rain of arrows roared from farther away, landing precisely in the darkness surrounded by firelight.

The light of the explosion had dimmed, and the undead, who had lost their temptation, were finally once again controlled by the mark engraved on their bones, and in a trance, remembered their mission and turned to the enemy beyond the firelight. The swiftly falling arrow was not "fatal" to them, unless it happened to pierce their heads, but the arrow itself was unusual, long and heavy, flowing with black light, directly smashing many undead back into the dirt again, and the rest of them, dragging the pierced body, even if the fragrance in the air was blown away, inevitably lost that unusual agility.

Levy stood stiffly to the side, and no one seemed to pay much attention to him. He was furious, but he didn't have much fear—he naturally had a way to escape, but he was really unwilling.

The failure was so ugly, if not his fault, that he felt extremely humiliated.

"That's what you chose?" he turned to Kormit, not knowing that the sneer on his face was a little funny from the twitching muscles, "Pick a king who pushes you out against your former companions?" or do you have to rely on this to prove your loyalty?"

"You're probably mistaken about something. Kormit lifted his heavy hammer from his shoulder, still calm: "It was we who found him, not him who found us—we suggested that he be a decoy...... Of course, we don't mind being a weapon either, but not for him, but for ourselves. ”

Now, they are just believers in their own right.

He had to raise his voice to get past the shrill screams of the undead, and Borena heard it clearly. The hard-working bait, the king with excellent acting skills, stood on the low reef and waved, and even wanted to humbly and proudly make a leave, but was pressed back by Rosa's smiling glance.

The outstretched hand paused in mid-air and snapped his fingers. The flames flickered, and the crowd with torches dispersed slightly, and another group of people stepped out from behind them like ghosts, their movements in unison, but their unsheathed weapons different.

It wasn't the army, it was another group of warriors trained by Borena, a third of whom were from the mouth of the Kuz River, and the rest were civilians with no family background to speak of, even street thugs, wanderers with nowhere to go...... But their loyalty is not inferior to that of any knight of noble origin, and their skill, in the here and now, is more applicable than the rigorous tricks of the knights.

They rushed to the undead with no fear, even impatience. Levie's face was composed, knowing that tonight's mission could not be completed...... At least half of it was no longer possible, and the other half, from the beginning, was out of his control.

Of course, he can break the ban. His spells are powerful enough...... But Borena was clearly not unprepared for this, not to mention that there was a gap above the river—and that was not something he could control.

When he bowed his head and disappeared into the darkness, no one stopped him.

Kormit stared at where he had disappeared, was silent for a moment, and then looked back at the battlefield. In fact, they are not needed to join the battle now, but ......

He picked up his hammer and rushed forward, intending to smash more than just the heads of his enemies. Behind him, some hesitated to stay in place, while others rushed out with him.

That's a step that has to be taken sooner or later.

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The battle ended quickly. Borena looked at the blacksmith's hammer stained with unknown things, and the outstretched hand silently retracted.

"I think they should be taught a lesson. He said, "If one time is not enough, then do it again, until they dare not throw ordinary believers out at random again." ”

Kormit wasn't that optimistic, but as Borena put it...... It's a big deal to teach them another lesson.

"But if they find that the pieces they thought were the best to use become less useful, they are likely to change direction. He reminded, "And you...... You, Your Majesty, I have heard that the reputation among the lords is not very good. ”

The blacksmith probably felt that he had spoken tactfully enough, and the king, who had been stabbed straight through, could only shake his head and smile bitterly. Of course, he knew that the nobles of Anktanen did not have much respect for him as a king who had suddenly appeared, but his ability to quickly quell civil strife with his own troops, and the support of the two families, Greion and Crooffler, made them afraid to act rashly.

Moreover, they are not as easily incited and seduced as civilians. Without an adequate exchange of interests, "faith" means nothing to most of them, and their pride keeps them from succumbing to any force easily.

Borena knew he had to show them strength...... Grace, or respect, or whatever, in short, is to satisfy them. But this is the only one, he really can't act.

Yes, he is good at dealing with ordinary people. He couldn't even get along with a knight of the good character of Belin Gree—not even if he hadn't been stabbed to death by his sword, and he felt itchy even standing together.

So, he really needs Ethan.

Ethan Croefler doesn't mince words about anyone, but he has a perfect balance of power. Borena felt that it was a talent that he simply could not learn.

And his consul is still frozen in ice...... Will he really come back alive?

Intuition gives way to reason. Borena scratched his chin and turned back to Rosa, "Can you get in touch with Ed Singh?" ”

He didn't trust the dragon...... But it's still his friend who is more reassuring!