The sky and the earth are separated by an infinite stretch of silver and white, and the reckless fields of Northland Nogo, the rolling forests are permeated in a soft morning light, and the sky above it is dyed a magnificent red, and the rising sun reflects a brilliant and dazzling light through the floating clouds.

Notson stood on the hill, through the shadows of the birch grove, his gaze fixed on the castle in the distance—

The castle is typical of the Elantra classical style, with thick walls, a reliable source of water inside, and two tall watchtowers at the front and back entrances.

However, "Permafrost Rose" Nottensen is fearless.

He narrowed his eyes, his pupils seemed to glow a faint red, and the hood of his cloak obscured his face, but judging by the plump outlines of some of his cheeks that occasionally peeked, he didn't look like an authentic undead—

There is literally not much difference between the undead and the dead, but in the eternal kingdom of Dir, only those who have a surname are truly dead.

Notson is a death knight, and such an identity is almost equivalent to a human nobleman in Dill -

When he arrived on the surface world, he couldn't help but be furious when he saw that Sask's lowly skeleton was unceremoniously equal to him. Perhaps out of jealousy or some other reason, he developed a deep hostility towards the skeleton that was always self-righteous.

It's a pity that Lord Rosenthal has orders on his side, at least on the surface, he can't afford to deal with that guy too much.

"Notson, it is said that he is often angry but not very good for his heart."

Behind him were a number of formations of figures, only one standing alone on his right hand, the figure bulging his cloak like an inflated ball, and he saw that Notson seemed to grit his teeth and chuckled softly.

This time, there was no overreaction from Notson.

He stomped on a protruding brown rock with his combat boots and ravaged it a few times, the surface of which had been covered with a layer of rust-like moss, and at this time, along with fine stone chips, turned into a pile of powder—

It was as if he had taken these for Sask's bones, and in this way, he suddenly felt that his mood had become a little more comfortable.

"Heart? The heart has no value to the dead, but I do think that you fat pig is especially keen to devour this kind of thing, Robo. ”

"Because it's a rare delicacy in the world, Notson, I highly recommend you try it, and maybe you'll fall in love with it, especially the girl's heart, which tastes so fragrant and wonderful when your teeth chew on the flesh that is still beating."

"So, is that why you chose to join this war?"

The fog in the forest lingered, the wind flowed, and Notson withdrew his gaze from the distant castle, and he rolled over and mounted a skeletal horse in black armor, and then the figures behind him also carried their weapons on their shoulders and walked towards the bottom of the hill.

……

In the open space in the middle of the castle, only the sound of sharp gasping could be heard, and after Viduka and Evans ended a decisive sword fight, they were both exhausted, sweat rolling down their foreheads, and the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing—

The other two knights cheered loudly.

The quiet morning noise soon woke up Cumberland Jeffrey, a middle-aged knight who had always been self-disciplined, and when he heard the movement of the sword fights outside, he got up and left the bed to get dressed, and when he looked up, he saw a faint golden light coming through the gap in the curtains—

The days in Kingfisher Forest may not be as lively as those in Tarun Fortress or Lorenz, but the tranquil atmosphere is also a tranquil pleasure for Jeffrey.

As a knight, he has a separate room. The furnishings in the room were simple, only some simple wooden furniture, and a table was placed in the center, on which there was a milky white clay pot with an enamel luster, some water in the clay pot, and a few wild flowers of different colors were randomly inserted into the clay pot.

He came to the ledge, and soon saw Viduka and Evans, who were wielding swords, the former of whom had been longing for his daughter Andrea, and had made a statement. Although he did not respond to the formal promise, he was very satisfied with the young man so far.

Talented, diligent, and not bad-hearted. Andrea's marriage to such a young man is actually a very good choice - with the progress of this kid's strength, if nothing else, it is very likely that he will step into the first stage of awakening before the age of thirty.

"Evans, I seem to hear something strange."

Inside the castle, Viduka stood next to the well and washed his body with a wooden bucket carrying the cold well water, and the young men stripped off their upper clothes, revealing their well-defined muscles—

The knights' daily training consisted of martial arts, flesh, and will, and in the martial region of Talen, the able-bodied lads often took cold showers as a sign of courage.

"Hey, I didn't hear anything but the birds."

Evans was moving quickly, he was wiping his body with a clean cloth, and when he heard Viduka say this, he immediately replied with a smile.

"What about you?"

Viduka didn't give up, he turned his head and looked at the other two knights.

"Nope."

"How is that possible?"

……

The small town of Faun.

The people in the streets panicked, and hid in taverns and shops, their faces pale and sweaty, huddled together and whispering, and occasionally someone leaned on the window to sneak a peek at the scene outside—

Almost instantly, the face turned into a blank sheet of paper as if it had lost its bloody color.

"The undead! There are more and more undead! ”

The voice was trembling.

The town's garrison had already assembled half an hour ago, but it was vulnerable to the undead army of skeleton warriors, skeleton shooters, carrion golems, and skeletons in the streets—

The captain of the garrison was a tall, thick-voiced middle-aged man who often came to the tavern to drink and chat, and the townspeople saw a dead man riding on a skeletal war horse protruding from the array, and drove the horse to swing a scimitar, splitting him in half from shoulder to waist in an instant—

A mixture of blood and internal organs flowed all over the floor.

The militiamen of the garrison were completely frightened, and they stood there one by one, until the undead troops came into close contact with them, and then they woke up from a dream—but their weak legs did not obey the call, and it was extremely difficult to turn and flee.

The sword cuts through the human body, howls, and cries endlessly.