As soon as the lord entered the door, he saw Nehru lying on the fence preparing for the fireball technique, and the sporadic fire elemental was already looming in the night sky, obviously nearing the end.

Richard raised his hand and interrupted the spell with a big neck, leaving a sentence "No use of elemental power" to Nehru with a dazed face, and the man was already walking towards the camp.

Several of the leaders of the Alpine Fort came up to him, and as soon as Gunther saw him, he began to shout and ask, "Chief, what is that thing out there?"

"It's a walking corpse, sort of an undead creature. Richard smiled bitterly, "I have been talking about seeing the undead all day long, but I didn't expect to see the undead today." ”

"My lord, what do we do now?" said Hurt, looking worriedly at the night outside.

"I'm telling you, the more than 400,000 people in Winterfell are now all like that, 400,000!" the lord spread his hands, shaking his head and sighing, "What should I do? I also want to know what to do, go ......"

Richard said as he spoke, suddenly unable to speak.

Because a pair of eyes were looking at him with burning eyes, even though he knew that the situation was extremely dangerous, he did not waver in any way. There is something called trust in their eyes, hot and burning. In this cold night, it shines brighter than the fire.

Then the lord took a deep breath and immediately calmed down, and his irritability vanished.

"Has Dracula come back?" asked Richard as he tried to unload Vera from his chair, but the Stuart priest was haunted by him like an octopus, clinging to his back and refusing to come down.

"Get me a coat first. Vera leaned into Richard's ear and said in a thin voice like a mosquito.

"What?" the lord asked impatiently, not hearing clearly.

"Get me a coat first!" Vera gritted her mouth full of silver teeth, her beautiful face almost contorted. If his gaze had a temperature, Richard would have been completely familiar from the inside out by now.

"Coat?" Richard impatiently grabbed a tablecloth and threw it to her, "that's all, love or not." ”

Vera carefully covered her chest with a tablecloth before she straightened up and jumped off Richard's back, snorting coldly and leaving without looking back.

Hurt blinked twice and decided to pretend that he didn't know anything: "My lord, Dracula has been back and gone to find His Highness Béderick, and he hasn't come back yet. ”

Richard grabbed a bottle of ale and popped it off the cork and poured it down his throat. The ale wine in the outdoor natural refrigerator is very cold, and swallowing it in a large gulp can make people calm down quickly.

He also didn't know what the limit of the Pompeii Expeditionary Force was, whether it could deal with more than 400,000 walking corpses and thousands of zombie warriors. But in any case, it is obviously better to evacuate this place of right and wrong first.

"Count the number of people first, no one is missing, throw away everything else that can be thrown, and leave as soon as Dracula returns. ”

It takes time for the walking corpses scattered throughout the city to tangle into a scale, so at the moment, the pressure that Takayama Fort is feeling is not too great. But this relaxation is an illusion, it won't be too long, and every second counts, and it's best to get out of Winterfell before a massive assault arrives.

"Yes, sir!" Hurt turned and hurried away.

"Don't want any baggage?" Gunther was still distressed about the precious food, his hometown of the Far North Ice Sheet had to fight for this thing every year, but now he had to give it all up in vain.

"Don't want it, don't want all the superfluous things. Richard smashed the wine bottle on the ground and smashed it, his face was naked and arrogant, "As long as people are okay, Lao Tzu won't be hungry with you to block the road and rob." But the people are gone, and there is still a use for carrying weight!"

"Okay. Gunther is gone, too, and he wants to eat a few more bites to get back to his roots. The last few heads and brains also scattered in a hurry.

Richard scratched his head, everything that should be done has been done, and everything that should be ordered has been ordered. Throughout the camp, everyone was busy, dappled shadows cast on the ground by the illuminated braziers.

To help? There is no shortage of him. Something else? It doesn't seem necessary.

The lord suddenly found that at such a tense moment, he had nothing to do. There is another one who is so idle with him - the full moon in the sky.

"Lord Richard, I want to meet your commander-in-chief. Seedorf, who had been silent since entering the camp, suddenly spoke.

"Old man, it's not me who is perfunctory to you. "Generally speaking, nine out of ten at the beginning is perfunctory, but this time Richard really didn't, "I'm just a deflated captain, and there are several levels between me and the commander-in-chief. I've asked the Crown Prince of Pompeii to deliver a message to you, but if you can't do it, you should follow us first. ”

"Is it really impossible?" Seedorf confirmed again.

Richard shook his head quickly, "Those petty officers in charge of hundreds of people in the city guard can't expect to see you, right?"

"Yes. Berner whispered, "In our Winterfall Guard, not to mention petty officers, even ordinary soldiers can meet adults. ”

The lord smiled helplessly, this difference was really completely unexpected by him, and he didn't know what to say.

"It seems that it is really impossible. Seedorf sighed regretfully.

"Everyone!" bowed his head and drew his sword from its sheath, pointing diagonally at the sky.

The dozen or so Stuarts who had come with him looked at Seedorf, including Vera, who had a crack in the chest of her dress, which was covered by a piece of cloth that Richard looked familiar with.

"In the name of the Supreme Commander of Winterfell, I order you to evacuate immediately with Lord Richard. ”

"We?" Berner, keenly aware of the implications, "what about you, my lord?"

There was a well in the camp at the mountain fort, and Seedorf took two steps and sat down on the edge of the stone, and stuck his sword in the mud in front of him. The night breeze blew his gray hair, and suddenly there was a taste of heroic twilight pathos.

"I'm not leaving. ”

"Why!" Bernard growled.

"I've had many failures in my life. Seedorf's voice was steady, not loud, like a river flowing, "Each time, I thought to myself that I was going to carry the dead man's share and keep going." So to this day, for the sake of those who died, I can hold on forever. ”

"But this time - 30,000 city guards, 450,000 residents, hundreds of thousands of lives disappeared overnight. It's too heavy, too heavy to carry it on. I want to rest and rest, let me, a bad old man, be here forever with Winterfell and the 400,000 dead. ”

At this moment, Seedorf is not like a general, but more like an ordinary old man with a haggard heart. The ambitions of his youth have left him, and all he pursues is peace of mind.

"My lord, it's not your fault. Bernard, who was as strong as a black bear, closed his eyes tightly, but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

"It's not my fault, it's the last straw that overwhelms me. Seedorf smiled, his clear eyes warm and bright, "Don't cry, I'm already ......"

"Bang!" Before the words could be finished, Seedorf fell limply like a puddle of mud, and behind him was Richard casually throwing a firewood stick on the ground.

"What are you doing with all that uselessness?" he looked at Berner with disdain, "just knock him out and take it away, what's the reason to make a noise later." ”