Outside Innsbruck, rear command.

The Wesbah army on the opposite side did not engage them head-on, but with their familiarity with the terrain, they scattered a large number of soldiers in the mountains and frequently attacked their rear supply lines.

To add insult to injury, it was heard that a large number of rebellions were taking place in the Duchy of Swabia, and for a time the freight route from Burgundy to Swabia was also interrupted, and the transport troops had to detour to the direction of Lombardy-Verona on the southern route, so that the efficiency of arrival was much reduced.

Due to the protracted siege of the mountainous areas and the slower arrival of supplies, the morale of the troops has recently dropped significantly, and deserters have begun to appear one after another.

The demigod Hidden String, of course, His Excellency Alberto will not personally deal with this kind of mundane affairs, but just let his cronies order his knights to strictly restrain the soldiers he brings under him.

If a deserter is caught, he can be killed on the spot without the need for a military trial.

In the case of the army of the feudal era on the earth, this kind of harsh punishment can only play a temporary restraining role, and the greater situation is that the soldiers at the bottom begin to complain, tandem, and restless under the pressure, so that in the end the collective dissatisfaction reaches a certain critical point, and finally begins to riot and camp howl.

Of course, in this world of extraordinary power, everyone combined may not be able to defeat the demigods, and the mind of rebellion is naturally impossible, and everyone can only say some bad things in secret, and try to escape even more hollowly.

It's been three months since Christmas, and despite all the strict precautions of the wolf knights, nearly half of the soldiers under his command have escaped.

There are also some unfortunate guys who got lost in the mountains after running away, and were caught as a result. The knights tied it to the cross, drove it through the throat with nails, and let the body dry on the cross to deter the remaining soldiers.

We are serving God and punishing the Emperor for disobedience. If you choose to flee, you will betray your faith, suffer a piercing of your throat on the cross, and go to hell when you die.

This statement was proclaimed countless times by the knights in the camp, and the growing desertion was gradually curbed.

Instead, there was a lack of effort, and the knights were helpless about it. Even within the knightly class, many people were pessimistic about the future direction of war.

The upheaval and chaos in the Duchy of Swabia really affected not the wolf family, but the griffin family in the north who faced the emperor's coalition army. Once Franconia was broken by the Emperor, there was really no civil war to fight.

Under the fluctuation of people's hearts, the demigod Alberto also had to come out to preside over the situation, patrolling the camp several times to calm the morale.

Back in the tent, the demigod was also a little tired, so he withdrew his attendants from the left and right, planning to go to the room for a rest.

As he stepped through the door, he saw that the light next to the bed seemed to be dim.

Then the light bulb goes out.

The ground collapsed suddenly, and Alberto lost the focus of his feet in an instant. After falling more than ten meters, the demigod who reacted manipulated the air pressure to float in the air to stabilize his body.

However, the huge flesh arm suddenly struck from below, holding Alberto in an instant, and then slamming down.

After only three or four seconds, the flesh arm exploded, and the demigod who had regained his precarnation quickly looked around, only to see that he was already in a huge underground cavern, the surrounding cave walls were full of corrosion and gnawing marks, and the flesh and blood red moss were crawling on it.

In the darkness in the distance, myriad, rodent-specific sounds were fading away, but a footstep was approaching, and it was heard extra clearly in this cavern.

"The poison of belladonna!" Alberto looked up, his face and skin had turned into tiny cyclones, and he had completely vaporized his body from the moment he fell into this unknown environment.

The high-compression air armor condensed into a substance was clinging to the surface of his body, vibrating densely like waves and piano keys.

"Hidden Strings...... Agrippina chuckled lowly, "when you instigated my hapless and poor apprentice to go north, you expected such a day, right?" ”

"I didn't instigate it." Alberto frowned and said, "It's him who is looking for a way to promote Lv.20, and I just gave him advice." ”

"Then I'll give you a suggestion too." Agrippina narrowed her eyes dangerously, and said fiercely, word by word:

"Never, never, try, to teach my disciple on my behalf!"

Her body exploded, turning into countless bats and rushing towards Alberto.

Alberto just raised his palm, and the bats were immediately blown by the storm to stop their momentum, and even flew back upside down.

The bats flapped their wings in the wind, and suddenly opened their mouths in unison, from which black blood arrows spewed out and shot at Alberto at some terrible speed.

The blood arrow shot a few centimeters on the surface of the opponent's body, as if it had hit some translucent solid object, and then turned in one direction and shot back abruptly, condensing into Agrippina's figure.

Alberto looked down at the surface of his body, where the air armor splattered by the blood had been stained with some kind of blackening and was slowly spreading in all directions.

This is a law-level toxin, which can already infect non-living matter.

"Are you crazy?" Alberto's face sank, "Actually consuming his spirit in such a place?" ”

"Why not?" Agrippina's smile was grim, with some kind of strong malicious mockery, "As long as you die here, all this spiritual drain will be worth it." ”

"You madman!" Alberto didn't want to entangle her, so he just slammed his heel to the ground.

Restrained shockwaves.

The high-energy vibrations spread rapidly along the ground, exploding at Agrippina's feet, and countless pieces of rubble shot like bullets, instantly shattering her body.

He stepped on the ground again, and his figure rose sharply, and before he could fly far, a figure in the white robe of an Assassin fell above his head.

Caucasian assassin swordsmanship. Shadow Eagle's Sweep.

The thrust was quick and accurate, and although it failed to break through Alberto's defenses, it slammed him to the ground again.

The moment he landed, Rasul reflexively retreated, and Alberto, who was knocked over, slapped the ground with one hand, and immediately the entire piece of land exploded around him, and the sharp particles mixed with high-compressed air bullets shot in all directions at an astonishing high speed.

Rasul swung his sword violently in the air, the afterimage of the blade almost intertwined, and with his superior eyesight and skill, he stopped some of the fragments and air bullets, and his body was propelled farther away by these projectiles.

Then he fell to the ground, bleeding from twenty or thirty wounds to his shoulders and legs.

"It's embarrassing." Agrippina commented.

"Hard-hitting the blow of the demigod, I think this injury is quite qualified." Rasul said with a wry smile.