The worst of the undead in Winterfell has fallen, and the rest are nothing to worry about.

Pompeii's surviving military mages are mainly fire-based, and they can't take to the air to challenge dragon beasts. But when it comes to dealing with the zombie warriors on the ground, they're handy. As for the larger number of walking corpses, it is difficult to pose a threat to the regular army.

As the scourge of the undead gradually subsided, and the sky was dark, Béderick led his team to reunite with Richard. After a busy night, most of his subordinates were sleepy, but the crown prince himself was in high spirits.

"Did you see, the undead dragon was killed. ”

"See. Richard nodded perfunctorily.

Berderick smacked his lips and smacked in surprise: "Thunder rained down from the sky, and the giant beast knight drew his sword alone and charged at the undead dragon. Even the dragon couldn't resist what the sword pointed out, and he was killed in front of everyone's eyes-"

"It's an epic scene, and the bards will never tire of singing it a hundred years from now!"

"yes, that's not bad. The lord snorted, and his old face turned red. If it weren't for the fact that the sun was still relatively dim, it would have been seen to be abnormal.

"Do you know who that beast knight really is?" asked Berderick mysteriously.

"I don't know. There was a tinge of curiosity on Richard's face. If someone who doesn't know the truth sees it, he will definitely believe that it can't have anything to do with him.

"It's really not you?" said Pompeii's gaze was full of suspicion.

"Of course not!" Richard looked into his eyes, his hands spread out with sincerity, "I don't have that ability." ”

"Just the friendship between the two of us, why don't we still say a word of truth. Béderick rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "Higuain has seen you in the sky, and he has already spread it all over the streets, and he is still pretending to be with me." ”

"Why is this thing going out of everything. ”

"What can't be said about this, in the future you can tattoo a dragon head with two swords crossed on the team flag. Béderick was envious to the point of envy.

Dragons are top-notch and can fight and walk, and it is a great honor to be able to retreat even in the face of them, let alone the feat of "slaying the dragon" with your own hands. The entire Pompeii Expeditionary Force did not fight well in the Battle of Winterfell, at first being disgraced by the defenders, and later by the undead.

Against this background, it becomes even more apparent how brilliant and rare a dragon slayer warrior is, and Béderick dreams that the protagonist is himself.

"It's already tattooed. Richard pulled out a red roll of cloth from the logistics carriage and threw it to him.

Bédric unfolded and glanced at it, it was still the ugly ripper pattern, but he didn't find the dragon head, "Where is it?"

"Here. Richard pointed to the lower left corner, a black double-sword crossed dragon head less than the size of a palm was pitifully shrunk in the corner, and the sense of presence was extremely scarce. If Richard hadn't pointed it out to him, Bédrick would have thought there was a lump of mud in the place.

"Why don't you get a big tattoo?" he looked at Richard as if he were retarded.

The real honor of slaying dragons is even stronger than gold, and it will not depreciate for generations. If it is managed well, the name of "Dragon Slayer" can bring unimaginable benefits, but looking at the casual posture of the Lord of Alpine Castle, he obviously doesn't care very much.

The lord's tone of voice when he responded was a model of lightness, and one sentence choked Béderick for a long time:

"Won't you be able to tattoo if you slay the dragon in the future? ”

Derick blinked his eyes in a row in a daze, took a deep breath, gave a thumbs up, and said, "High, really high!"

"Seedorf, what about them?" Richard never saw the Stuarts.

He felt that many things in the undead disaster in Winterfell seemed very strange. For example, why hundreds of thousands of residents in the city are silently transformed into walking corpses, for example, why the undead dragon chases after him, and why the undead who can destroy the defenders are of ordinary strength.

He felt that there must be an unknown inside story hidden here, and he had always wanted to ask the witnesses of the incident, but unfortunately he was in a hurry last night and didn't have time.

"Lord Seedorf has gone to see the Commander-in-Chief. Bédric took a sip of the hot tea handed by his entourage, "By the way, General Pinto also said that he wants to see you, so let's go quickly...... What kind of broken tea, how can there be cinnamon!"

Richard snapped his fingers, and immediately several servants gathered to fix the dirt on his armor and face. After all, it is the commander-in-chief of the Pompeii army who is going to meet, and it is basic etiquette to maintain appearance.

"Dracula, come with me. ”

Richard was clear about his situation.

His own radiance surge only lasted fifteen minutes at most every day, and Qiqiu's transformation could only last for half an hour, which was a wonderful combination. In these fifteen minutes, they can also fight against the dragon, and they are more dragon knights than dragon knights. But when fifteen minutes passed, all that was left was the head of the rat.

As a newcomer with no background to follow, after being in the limelight, you must definitely beware of the open and the dark. The Lord is now worried about being put on the top hat of a dragon slayer warrior and assigned some difficult tasks to him all day long. It has to be said that this kind of thinking, although it is darker, is not impossible.

Take Dracula with you, and if someone asks what the "flying beast" is, he knows the whole cause and effect, and he can help cover it up.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I'm feeling unwell. Dracula's face was extremely pale, and he looked up at the sun that had just peeked out on the horizon, and immediately closed his eyelids as if he had been dazzled.

"Okay, then you can get some rest. Richard nodded, not too much.

After all, it can be regarded as almost once dead, and it is normal to be a little uncomfortable. In addition, the side effects of the Destiny Stone are probably starting to show up in him, and it must be difficult to get used to it.

"Yes, sir. ”

A strand of wavy blonde hair hung down from Dracula's sideburns, looking particularly gorgeous against his pale skin. He bowed slightly, his demeanor graceful and perfect, impeccable from the most delicate angles. If you weren't a fastidious perfectionist, you would never be able to do it to this extent.

It's just a little ...... Feminine.

Compared to before, his facial features seemed to have changed slightly.

This change is modest and at first glance almost unnoticeable. But if you look at it twice, it is not difficult to find that the subtle changes in the facial features have completely subverted the overall temperament.

The former Dracula also belonged to the category of handsome - the kind of military-style hard-core handsome, like a knife and axe full of masculinity.

And now Dracula, though still handsome, seems to be a sick, crazy, dying beauty, like a flaming rose that is about to rot. It is still colorful and magnificent under the rich color whitewash, but it cannot prevent decay in any way.

However, Richard didn't see this, there were too many servants around him to tidy up his appearance, and it was inevitable that his vision would be obscured.