Hannina brought the results of the police officer's unique analysis, which not only made Pedi very satisfied, but even Sira Marne couldn't help but nod.

"Sound analysis. Sira Marne immediately chimed in, "Our magic is improving, and so is the necromancer's magic... Based on the analysis of the movements of the Undead Legion over the past ten days, the Staff Office concluded that the necromancer had some kind of long-distance communication ability, which was not mentioned in the information provided by Drahir... Can we infer that Ferrora, the leader of the Legion of the Undead, was aware of Enhi-Ella's presence and had planned ahead?"

Pedi leaned back in her chair, half-closed her eyes pondering what the two were saying, and said in silence for a while, "I don't care what happens to Enhi-Ella, as long as he doesn't appear in my kingdom, I won't trouble her for the time being." He pointed to Hanina, "So, my request is simple, to make sure that Enshi Ella's name doesn't appear in my military newspaper." ”

"I see. ”

"I suddenly felt so tired. Pedi stood up and looked at Sira Marne, who was standing up with him, "I'll leave it to you, I need a good night's sleep." ”

"It's my privilege and it's my duty. Silah Marne solemnly took the load.

"Cooperate well with our marshal, baron. Pedi looked at Hannina with a stern warning.

...

June

The temperature in the entire Ailan Continent, except for the Northern Snow Mountain Region, is beginning to warm up.

The Alan Continent, which has been peaceful for more than 300 years, has once again fallen into war chaos because of the all-out war launched by the orcs against the empire three years ago.

And now, all the ordered life on the continent has ushered in a war against death.

It was a brutal and unimaginable war, a war unrecorded in all the worst legends. As if in the blink of an eye, the original legendary monsters began to emerge, and evil ghouls, spirits, water ghosts, etc. began to harvest life.

Karen Territory, the rich land of the original continent, the civilization that goblins, minotaurs, werewolves, and dwarves once thrived and developed in this area. And now, the oldest of the lands is wailing under the ravages of evil powers, and countless living people and creatures have been transformed into the undead.

The original turquoise blue of the sky had long since disappeared in the Karen Collar, replaced by an endless darkness.

In the city of Karon, the glorious buildings, wide streets still exist, and the figures come and go almost all night, but the vitality and vitality of the past are gone, leaving behind an endless air of death and ruin.

On the dark red streets, teams of ghoul warriors regularly patrol all corners of the city, and the huge bodies of war beasts crawl around the city walls, and a pair of strange eyes watch the wind and grass in all the areas around the city.

Château d'Eli, a glorious castle built by humans and dwarves alike, was the first to fall in this war between the living and the dead after more than 300 years of history.

Underneath the castle, in a vast hall in an underground fortress carved out by the dwarves.

Ferrora leaned gracefully on a large steel throne made of steel, somewhat resembling the golden throne of the halls of Eunice in Suke City, and to the left of her throne stood an undead knight in blood-red armor. This is her husband, Bradidley Cliff, who has already been restored to his former appearance under the restoration of Ferrola's death spell.

"Hee-hee!"

"Haha!"

Next to Ferrola, a child-sized undead burst into laughter.

"Enshi-Ella!" Ferrora ignored the laughter in her ears, her seductive and eerie eyes staring at the undead warrior kneeling on one knee on the dark red underpinning, "My brave warrior, welcome. ”

"It was my honor to fight for you, my queen. ”

"You should puff up your chest and stand up. Ferrola's voice was ethereal and nice, "We are reborn in death, we are equal. ”

Enshi Ella naturally stood up, only to hear the voice of a male duck next to him, "What's going on with Andrew, I remember the Queen's order is for him to be sent back to Shad Eliburg with you." ”

"Andrew's messenger came to a message before his soul dissipated. Ferrora waved at the speaker, "I respect his decision," she looked around the hall, "If one day, you have the same decision as Andrew, I will respect your decision." ”

Ferrora behaved as lazy, as if nothing could arouse her interest.

Enshi Alan, who stood up, instinctively looked in the direction where he had just spoken, and there was also a pair of eyes staring at him with a faint blue light, and the owner of these eyes was a pale-skinned necromancer, and he stood at the top of all necromancers.

This should be Zuckerbury!

Enhi-Ella secretly remembered the man's appearance, and silently stood at the end of the undead warrior on the other side, and kept his mouth shut.

"Isn't the civil war over the Twak Territory over?" Ferrora looked at Zackerbury with a slight smile on her face as if she remembered something interesting, "I wonder which of them can be the leader!"

Zuckerbury couldn't answer the question, as he wasn't a prophet, but he knew that the Necromancer of the Twak Lords was at war because of the queen's provocation, and that the reason was just one of her experiments, or her bad tastes.

Ferrola, who has completed her revenge, has been a bit bored lately, because she still retains her memories intact. Her great strength and memories like a living person have given her many thoughts and bad tastes.

Although the inheritance of the power of death has changed her, the thoughts in front of her are still there.

Under the impact of two different thoughts, she became what she is now... Like an innocent little girl, and like a wise queen. She doesn't have the idea of destroying the world, she just wants to breathe freely in the world she created and do what she wants.

But what do you want to do?

In Ferrola's own words: I want to spread the idea of freedom and chaos throughout the world!

Ferrora was in an orderly social structure when she was alive, and in the end her life was destroyed by the so-called order, so after she was reborn, she naturally had such thoughts.

But the current lifeless world of the undead can't fulfill Ferrola's wishes, and she needs more intelligent people than a bunch of walking dead, so there are certain experiments.

Seeing that no one answered her, Ferrora on the throne stared at Zuckerbury with her bewitching purple eyes, "You know very well why I let those necromancers fight... Now I need results. ”

Zuckerbury did not dare to touch his master's gaze, he lowered his head and said, "Create intelligent creatures, this is a power that even the gods do not have, those of them..."

"I never wanted to be able to create intelligent life, I just wanted to change certain life forms. Ferrora stood up and walked over to Bradidley and leaned against her husband, purple pupils looked at the undead in the hall and chuckled, "Just like you are now, but you alone are not enough, the world of the dead should not be cold." ”

"I need to see more wise people!"

When Zuckerbury heard the Queen's words and felt the expectations of his master from his soul, he could only bury the helplessness in his heart.

As a necromancer with a complete inheritance memory, there was no banshee in his inherited memory who had so many inconsequential feelings as the one in front of him.

Ever since the army took over the city and the nobles of Cullen were transformed into the lowliest ghouls, Zuckerbury found himself in a transformation of his master... She became like a little girl who could do whatever she wanted, with no scruples.

However, she also has the wisdom to see everything and the power to destroy everything.

"Your Majesty, theoretically we can make every immortal have the ability to think independently, but wisdom is not acquired through creation, but by learning. Zuckerbury pondered his words, "Based on your orders, and the resurrection spells you have given, plus having certain undead devour each other, some ghouls have indeed been created that have the ability to learn, but it takes a long time to learn. ”

"So..."Zuckerbury's lowered eyelids lifted slightly, and he looked cautiously at his master to gauge the other party's current mood, "So, I personally think it's better to keep the ghoul warrior in his current state... Now, they are tireless, fearless of life and death, and do not hesitate to carry out our orders. ”

"But I hate their cold souls. Ferrora walked down the hall step by step, passing by each of the undead generals, feeling their fluttering souls with a satisfied smile on her face, "I need every one of my warriors to have the same soul as you. ”

"I'm afraid this won't be possible anytime soon, unless some memories are artificially copied to them. Zuckerberg's voice came again, "But only if they have to have a memory." ”

"Isn't the Twak Collar's test data showing that we've succeeded in creating a clan with memories?" Ferrola's skinny body looked a little pitiful compared to the rest of the hall, but as she walked, the center of the hall shifted as she moved.

"According to the 'Decree of the Undead', with the exception of necromancers, giving memories requires your orders. Zuckerbury said cautiously.

"I gave the order. Ferrora didn't hesitate to comply, and returned to her throne, "I'll experiment with those test subjects from Twak, I need to see what kind of changes they make when they have memories." She looked around at all the necromancers in the hall with a slightly playful gaze, "Give them complete memories and don't modify any data." ”

While Zuckerbury took the order, Enshi Ella, who was at the end, couldn't help but bury his head even lower, because he now needed to hide the look of shock on his face that was hard to hide.

Empower the undead at the bottom with wisdom and the ability to learn!

What a crazy idea, and the point is that it seems to be about to become a reality!

"Your Majesty!" said an undead general in bone armor, taking off his white helmet to reveal his pitch-black head as if it had been burned by fire, and opening and closing his big cracked mouth, "Don't you need to add to the minds of your people the memory of the death of faith?"

"Why do you want to do that?" Ferrola raised her tiny arm, admiring the dazzling and beautiful dark red nails on her fingers, and looked through the gap between her fingers at the undead general who was kneeling on one knee, "artificially creating a group of subordinates who are loyal to themselves and controlling their minds through their souls, what a boring thing that a man can come up with." ”

"But..."

"Bossano, don't doubt the Queen's decision. Braderidley coldly scolded, he is no longer the undead who only had a short memory in the previous battle, under the personal transformation of Ferrola, he can't help but have a strong physical strength, and even has some incredible abilities.

For example, many of the undead generals in the hall today were resurrected and crafted by him.

One of the most successful subjects is Bosano, who not only has some of Trofil-Cliff's memories, but also has a strong learning ability.

Perhaps because he did not make Ferrola himself, he was able to disobey Ferrola's will at some point and make some different proposals.

"Honey, let him finish. Ferrora lowered her hand at this time, and looked at the undead general who was kneeling on one knee because of Bradidley's reprimand with an interested expression, to be precise, she was showing interest by feeling the other party's frightened but excited soul memory.

"Your Majesty!" Bossano raised his head slightly and looked up at the steps of the throne, "a complete memory without modification can bring many problems... The Locke Empire has spent more than 300 years proving that there is no way to resist the desires of human nature... Since we should cut off the desires in the human mind at the source. ”

"Well... Very good to think about. Ferrora held her son in her arms, "But it is lust that has made mankind have a glorious history of three hundred years, and on the contrary, the originally powerful elves have made their original splendid civilization ridiculous because of excessive abstinence." ”

"But Your Majesty, if left unchecked, there is a good chance that the civil war that is taking place in the Twak Territory will take place within the Karen Realm. Bosano's gaze turned to the necromancer to his right, "And, now that Cullen City has a fire and water presence, they are killing each other where you can't see it. ”

As Bosano's figure landed, countless pairs of eyes in the hall fell on him in an instant, and the moment the endless killing intent erupted, all disappeared at the right time.

"Giggles" Ferrora laughed uncontrollably after a "poof", her voice was sometimes sharp and sometimes soft, giving the entire hall a particularly eerie and bewitching feeling.

A hymn to blood and fire