"Really...... How many troops are there in Edward? ”

"There are probably about 3,000 people who will be able to come back. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

“…… It's hard work, go down and rest. ”

Seeing the tired officer leave, Hussein sat in his seat and pondered, or in other words, he actually had nothing to ponder, how did he turn the tables when the war was fought like this?

There was not a single victory on the frontal battlefield, but the entire northern union was hung up and ravaged by the southern army, and in half a year the Brittan army was allowed to fight from the southernmost to the far left.

This makes one wonder whether it is the front line that is too wasteful, or the system of the city-state.

Those who dared to scream like this were quickly controlled by the secret agents, and Hussein had no time to pay attention to these strong-mouthed, self-proclaimed well-known fellows, and were thrown directly into the mines to be enslaved to death.

Only a few were not arrested, and most of them went to the areas occupied by the Yugoslav army to continue to be known to the public, but the consequence of not being able to control their mouths was usually to be invited to eat pork chop rice.

Of course, more of them were taken directly by the gendarmerie and the security army to "take a bath", and no one was seen again.

Hussein was very envious of the other side's approach, and then followed suit, but there were so many nobles in the city-state that he could involve other people by moving casually, which made it difficult for him to move an inch.

Unable to effectively control public opinion, coupled with the enemy's spy organization and shadow thieves, the situation of the city-state's secret agents is really very difficult, and they want to obtain true and reliable information...... It's better to read the newspaper.

Do you think it's incredible, in fact, what Hussein can do is really read the newspaper and then find an analyst to explain the current situation of the enemy.

At least World War II countries were able to find a lot of useful information in the newspapers, although the devil knows if it was true or not, as long as they could cheat the government out of money, it was not a problem.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of Hussein's office, "Lord Hussein, the chairman of the speaker has asked you to participate in a new round of meetings. ”

"Here we go again...... Prepare your car. ”

"Yes."

Hussein walked out with him, and along the way he found that many people seemed to have a cold, and they looked so dizzy, even the young man who reported it was like this.

"Your Excellency...... Please ......"

"Okay, I'll go up myself, you young people, pay more attention to your body, you know?"

"Thank you for your concern!"

Hussein nodded, and then left in the car.

The meetings of the Council of Talkers these days are absolutely record-breaking, but unfortunately they are of little use.

The front-line generals were killed and defeated, and Alexander, the only man who could be called a talent, disappeared in the fire of Saratoga for the sake of a woman, and the bones have not been found until now.

"I don't know where that idiot is now, don't let me find you, or ......," Hussein thought maliciously, and then froze in the conference hall.

"You, you...... Alexander!? ”

"Long time no see, Lord Hussein, I wonder if you've missed me lately?"

"Aren't you missing? Never mind...... What happened to Saratoga and why did you disappear for so long and now reappear? ”

"That's a lot of questions, uncle." Alexander, whose face was pale, was covered in a black robe, and he didn't look healthy at all, and the gold found that his hair was indeed silvery, and he always gave people a sickly feeling.

"Of course, but there's nothing wrong with your body, right? Why does it smell strange rancid? Hussein asked puzzled, surprised to see Alexander's entourage, which looked like his head hurt.

"I should say that I deserve to be Lord Hussein, my five senses are so keen, and those bones and scum really don't have any concealment." Alexander shrugged, indicating that he had been pitted.

"What kind of bone scum are you talking about...... Hey, why is your head starting to hurt......" Hussein was just about to say something, when he suddenly felt a pain in his head, and the enchanted gem ring on his hand suddenly glowed green, indicating that a dangerous spell was infringing on him!

"What the hell is this......" Before he could finish speaking, Alexander lifted his black robe, and a silver-white flash of light instantly hit Hussein, cutting off the intelligence leader's hand with a magic ring in just one move!

Ignoring the wailing of the speaker, Alexander enjoyed it all with a smile like a foolish young man who smoked harmful substances, and it would be better if he ignored the screams one after another.

"Wailing and pain, torture and blood, Lord Hussein, do you feel that these are the only things that are the most wonderful in the world?" Alexander's question was impossible to answer, and the severed limbs and excessive blood loss made him cold, but he didn't notice that a strange cyan pattern was spreading along the fracture to his whole body.

Alexander...... You...... How dare you ......"

"What else would I not dare?" Alexander stepped on Hussein's chest, "Feel this powerlessness, Lord Hussein, soon the whole of Lexington will be like Ribery, enjoying the pleasures of the world and the rule of the Maharaja......"

Undead, this guy has taken refuge in the undead!

Even if he knew this news, Hussein had no way to rule over the others, he could only lie helplessly here and wait for death to come.

But it was fine, he didn't have to look at the other talkers, who appeared beside Alexander in a new form, praying to the young man like a dog.

"More...... Please give us more ......"

"Only the Maharaja is immortal, General Alexander, please ......"

"It's ugly, but it's nothing, I've lost everything and I'm still standing up, and you're just repeating my experience."

"As for Lord Hussein, are you ready to join us?"

The speaker did not have Huada, because he was dead—it was not until fifteen minutes that "he" became it, and then continued to serve the master.

"Very good...... Now it's time to recruit my army, and this time I'm going to let Brittania learn the power of the undead scourge. ”

As we are familiar with a certain Alsatian Highness, Alexander did the same, putting the whole of Lexington in a terrible plague of the undead.

Confusion and headaches infected 95 percent of the people in the city, and less than 2,000 made it out alive.

When Lorraine received the news of the shadow thief, he realized that the last enemy of the New World, the Northern Union, had died at the hands of the undead.

These bones and sticks in the frontal battlefield failed to win against the humans, and the inside and outside should be combined to play this kind of trick very slippery, so the next opponent is this bastard.

"Order the whole army, next clean up the Northlands, it's our turn to become the lord of the New World in Brittany!" (To be continued.) )