Time came in the middle of the night.

The temporarily occupied main tent hall was dimly lit, and the number of candles was deliberately reduced, after all, the undead who wandered in the dark did not like an environment that was too bright, especially when the soul fire in their eyes was already dark vision, who needed that dim candlelight to fall on the table and drag a deep shadow on the table?

There was a sense of tranquility in the cold air, and several low-level skeleton swordsmen held down their cross-swords, standing in the corners on either side like silent gargoyle guards.

Cassius stood quietly at one end of the table, his black hand-armor holding down an unfolded roll of parchment.

This calm Black Knight Duke belongs to the class of undead generals who usually do not smile, but when they take action, they must be resolute. Without saying a word, he stared down at the various coordinates on the tactical map, and the dark golden flame pupils swayed through the gaps in his helmet with terrifying firelight, forcing the low-level undead soldiers around him to act recklessly under the influence of this coercion.

A strong wind blew in from outside the tent, and the skeletal dragon that had hovered in the night sky suddenly landed, buried its head, and allowed a little girl in a noble dress to leap lightly over its head, and the toes of her round scalp shoes landed smoothly.

The little girl who jumped from the head of the bony dragon had beautiful long blond hair, about a hundred and fourteen centimeters in height, and delicate features that could hardly be endeared, but her skin was morbidly pale when exposed to her clothes, and her eyes were a shuddering blood-red color, and if Urs were here, he might have recognized her as the Red Lich of history, Rosette Brad Vanneric.

A gifted witch from the Bloodmoon Castle, a young generation of sixteenth generation of vampires, but with a knowledge of the dark arts that many old-school Blood Clan Jazzes have nothing to offer, as well as a succubicle-like trickery and greedy power sorcerer.

The well-behaved Miss Vampire reached out and stroked the bone dragon's jaw, then walked gracefully into the main tent hall of the ruins of the camp at her feet, lifted the corners of her skirt and bowed to the Duke of the Black Knight.

A seductive smile bloomed on Rosette's face.

It is a pity that the will of the undead has no concept of fear and will never be seduced. Cassius glanced up at her, knowing that this was Miss Blood's usual bad taste, so he just nodded to her, and then saw his corpse witch come in from the outside.

"Venerable Lord Cassius, your humble servant congratulates you on the victory in this battle and informs you of the progress of the transformation of this camp." The black-robed corpse witch still bent his back as he did before the night attack, and treated his black knight master with respect, "My soldiers have collected the human corpses in this barracks, but their clumsy movements are disturbing, and I need a little time to guide them in skinning and scraping the flesh, so that those fresh corpses can be as free of the residual life breath as possible, so that they can be transformed into more skeletons." ”

"I see. Anything else? ”

"In addition to this, we have also captured a human general, the young human general said that his name is Pierdigau, and that he is the noble heir of the Golden Wing Empire, and is trying to ask us to exchange his life for ransom with his family."

Hearing this, the dark golden soul fire in Cassius's eyes paused.

His gaze fell on the black robe of the corpse witch, as if thinking about something, and then he said, "You did a good job. Bring that human general to me, and go back to your work. ”

"Yes." The witch bowed his head and withdrew from the tent.

……

At the same moment, a cedar glade in the moonlight.

Quiet darkness shrouded the snowy jungle until the sound of footsteps came from far and near, and the strong, but tattered black-haired young man took the hand of another silver-haired girl and ran into the place—

"Urs... We... Call...... This is... Where has it been? Thea gasped for breath in confusion, trying to keep up with Urs's pace, her mouth staccato and her mouth staccato inquiring.

"Frost Forest, roughly southwest of the Northland Snow Fields." Urs ran ahead and answered her, "Are you alright, Thea?" ”

As the words fell, the tall young man hurriedly let go, stopped and turned to look at the girl, who was only about his shoulder height, and suddenly realized in his heart that he seemed to have overestimated the latter's physical strength.

He couldn't help but worry for a moment, but fortunately, the priest girl in the white robe was far less squeamish than he had imagined.

Thea hunched her waist and her hands on the skirt of her knees, took about ten seconds to straighten her breathing, and raised her head to reveal a slightly tired look: "I'm fine, Urs." ”

"That's good." Seeing that she didn't look like she was being reckless, Urs was also relieved.

After that, he looked around to make sure that there was nothing dangerous around, and motioned for Xia to sit down with him and rest for a while, intending to wait for both of them to recover some strength before thinking about fleeing and hurrying.

The wind gradually picks up in the dark forest, and the cold air flows between the branches and needle-shaped pine leaves, giving you a faint sense of unease when you hear the rustling sound.

Urs sat on the ground with his back bowed, placing the cross-shaped greatsword in his right hand that belonged to some hapless skeleton.

In the middle of the night, the wound on his face came to the touch of fingertips and gauze. He froze slightly, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Thea's side face.

"You ran away with a bandage, huh?"

"Hmm." Thea nodded, "It's a pity that the medicine box was left in the camp." If the wound is seriously infected, I can only disinfect it for you by slowing down the poison...... Well, slowing down the poisonous hair, it's the second-ring priest magic of the healing department, I have performed it on you once before, I don't know if you still have an impression? ”

"Maybe, but I don't remember it now—hiss!"

"Yes, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? ”

"No, it's okay."

Urs frowned slightly, grinning and waving at Thea, feeling his half-scooped face as hot as fire, this real pain was almost as high as the virtual sensory system in the game.

If nothing else, he estimated that he would have to live with this broken half of his face for the rest of his life.

Think about it carefully - Warnes is on top, my charm attribute is only 7 points low, and there is no "negotiation" or "bluffing" in terms of skills, God, are you deliberately planning to let me go all the way to the black with the image of a muscular hunk?

While it's true that glamour isn't of much use to the kitchen knife profession, who wouldn't want to have a leader-like appeal to go to the store and get discounts on the shop and free rumors in the tavern?

In this way, the human barbarians, the barbarians of the Arranster region—

Well, this simple and crude war class really fits my background very well.

He couldn't help but complain in such a self-deprecating way, waiting until a pale green "+1" appeared on the bandaged half of his face, and then heard Thea's voice ask him again: "Urs, we ......"

"How?"

"I mean, let's ...... Where should I go? ”

Thea sighed softly and bandaged Urs to fix the wound on her face, a worried look in her eyes.

One is uncertainty and anxiety about herself and Urs, but also about tomorrow and the future.

Urs's emotional intelligence is at least not so low that it is a notch lower than his charismatic attributes. He could read the deep uneasiness in the girl's eyes, so he didn't intend to hide something that wasn't necessary to hide.

As a player, he knows a lot about this world, and even the history and future of this world, and he knows even more.

But how do you say the next thing?

You can't just say I'm a time-traveler, right?

Well......

He thought for a moment, organized the language in his head, and told Xia seriously, "As far as the current situation is concerned, we can't go back to Helmet City for the time being. ”

"Can't go back?" Thea didn't understand the young man's words, "But haven't we escaped now?" Do you think that the army of Byron Tas will soon be in the city? ”

"Well, I don't think it's likely." Urs shook his head, "After all, if the memories of the two of us hadn't gone wrong at the same time, you and I would have known that the Lord Lord still had a griffin guard in his hands, and the undead bone dragon wasn't invincible, was it?" ”

"Then why ......"

"Listen, Thea, I need a moment to explain my analysis to you."

“…… Well, I'm listening, Urs. ”

The silver-haired wolf-eared girl pursed her lips, choosing to calm down and listen to Urs's words first.

Urs smiled gently, tapped his finger on his forehead, picked up a dry branch from beside him, drew a straight line on the ground with the snow at his feet, and then sketched many more shapes and lines like map coordinates on the side according to the position of the line.

The young man's thinking is very clear, and the movements at hand are also extremely skilful and sophisticated.

Thea sat on the sidelines and watched what he did, her amber eyes blinking and blinking dumbly, and it took a while to react: "Isn't this a tactical map?" ”

"yes, what's the problem?"

"You taught yourself?"

"Huh?" Urs froze for some reason, raised his head and stared at each other with Thea, and then reacted to something.

Yes, he almost forgot that he was a slave, and slaves were never qualified to learn military theory at the tactical level.

Even if his name is called a slave knight, the knighthood that follows this title is nothing more than vanity, and the fact is that the imperial army didn't even bother to equip him with a set of metal armor that could be seen slightly, otherwise what knight have you ever seen who didn't even have a war horse, and just wore old leather armor and cloth cloak and stepped directly on the battlefield?

You know, the knight is also a lord.

Although the lord does not necessarily own castles and domains like the noble lords above the baron rank, he is also a knight after all, at least he has a private manor and a mansion.

A small negligence did not arouse Xia's suspicions, but the so-called embarrassment was still a little bit.

The black-haired young man scratched his ears and simply used the lie of self-study as an excuse to prevaricate this insignificant mistake, and then went on to point with the branch in his hand on the ground where all kinds of lines and simple figures were outlined.

He first tapped the original line with the end of the branch: "This is the defensive wall of the Winter Fortress, with the Northland Snow Field on the outside and the Armored City on the inside, the city where we lived together and were loyal to Lord Lord a few years ago. ”

"Hmm." Thea listened carefully and nodded.

"The ruins of the expeditionary force's camp are probably at this location."

"Is it here?"

"Yes. However, according to the undead's marching habits, it will soon become a terrifying graveyard, producing more and more undead creatures. Urs continued, "So, this is where we are now, the Frost Forest. We followed the path in the woodland to the west, eventually spending about two to three days on the way to Okazawa. ”

"I've heard the bards of the city say that there's a neutral city of adventurers in the eastern part of the Okazawa region." Following Urs's train of thought, the wolf ears on top of the silver-haired girl's head shook slightly, as if she had guessed something, "Where are we going?" ”

"Yes, but it's not that we need to go there, it's that we don't have a choice right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Come to think of it, the northern frontier of the empire is heavily guarded by the Winter Fortress, what should the skeletons of Byron Tas do with this victory tonight?"

"This ...... Sorry, Urs, I don't know. Thea thought for a moment, then shook her head honestly.

"Okay."

Urs raised his hand and patted his head, knowing that he had made another simple mistake, that is, he had just subconsciously thought of Thea as a player communicating with him, thus ignoring the fact that the background of Castaño's fantasy continent was similar to the European Middle Ages, and the knowledge level of most game natives was more than a star and a half compared to a modern person who had received compulsory education since childhood.

"So, if I were the leader of Byron Tas, I would use this opportunity to occupy the Northland Snowfields as much as possible beyond the Winter Fortress, because the undead are not afraid of the cold, they will not be hungry, and they will not need to worry about logistical supplies." He paused and continued to explain to Thea, "The icy snowfields are not suitable for human habitation, but they are natural barracks for our enemies. As a result, our way back to Helmet City will be blocked by Byron Tas's expansion plans. ”

"Hmm, I seem to understand a little." The silver-haired girl bit her fingertips ignorantly, "That's why you said that it's not that we need to go to Okazawa, but that we really don't have a choice right now." ”

"Yes." Urs nodded.

Of course, the so-called analysis in his mouth is actually a part of the history of the game that he knows. In the Year of the Candle, Byron Tas wisely chose to continue to lie dormant in the dark, rather than arrogantly bombarding the iron walls of the Winter Fortress.

This is an ominous sign, the clouds of evil are becoming more and more gloomy, and the defeat of the Imperial Expeditionary Force is only the beginning of it.

The harsh reality can easily strangle the ethereal ideal in the cradle. In order to rewrite the trajectory of history, or at least to go further in this life, he believes that power is definitely not a derogatory word.

Only with the strength to control destiny can you become the master of destiny.

The simple and easy-to-understand truth is sometimes so straightforward and explicit, and the key lies in whether you admit and accept it.