Despite the great shock in her heart, Anna did not make any movement, and Sask's cold, emotionless voice rang in her ears, and she turned her head to notice the handsome young man—

She knew that this appearance was just an illusion, and with the witch's true sight, the young and handsome mercenary leader she saw was nothing more than a living skeleton of bones—

Guanghua Huaze's silver-white bones show that he is not bad, and the strength of his awakening level is already a rare outlier in the cannon fodder race of skeletons.

But that's all, this bit of strength is not enough in front of the witch Anna. The witch profession is not open to the player community, and their strength is often determined by their talent.

Or rather, the law of power that is innate, hidden in the bloodline and fate.

She met Angus Rosenthal, a member of the Bone Ring Council, in the year of Hibiscus, and for many years she had mastered the power of the Extraordinary First Order, and few knew where she came from, and few knew her age—

Age is a woman's biggest secret, and this is fully reflected in her.

It's a pity that because of the characteristics of the witch's profession, she can't get involved in too many worldly affairs-

The gift of fate must have a reciprocal price, the strength of the witch does not come from the hard cultivation of other professionals, since ancient times and the present, the famous witches she knows, all of them have reaped an extremely tragic fate-

For witches, using powers that do not belong to them and entangling with the world's cause and effect lines too much and too deeply, undoubtedly leaving a heavy debt in the hands of the goddess of fate, Elubea.

No one can go into debt.

Anna possessed the power of the Superior First Order, but she had already made up her mind and was not willing to take it upon herself in this battle. In fact, over the years, she has become accustomed to being an obscure behind-the-scenes person.

She stood in front of Sask, a head shorter than the tall skeleton, but the awe-inspiring aura of the superior couldn't help but make the "mercenary captain" humbly bend slightly, and the two of them happened to be at the same height.

"Sask, does Angus have anything to say to you?"

She asked. The black cat in its arms screamed softly and raised its furry head, and there was a deep rotten aura on the body of this "mercenary captain", which made it feel a little unhappy-

Facing the sallow middle-aged man just now, the black cat hung its head and buried it between the full peaks.

"No, Lord Rosenthal only said that everything is subject to your orders, Lord Anna."

"Heh, Angus is still so cunning."

Remembering the lich's personality, Anna chuckled. However, from this sentence, she has gained insight into a very key information -

That is, so far, the dead of Dill have not taken this war too seriously, they have more of a child's play.

That's not enough.

The hands of the pocket watch dial were still moving, and after Saskar looked at it again, he put this delicate little object in his pocket—

In the land of the dead, Diel, the most common timekeeping tool is a simple hourglass, and mechanical artifacts like this are usually only popular in places full of merchants and mercenaries.

The "Sky Wind" mercenary group came from Malvey, so in addition to the fake identity, Anna also prepared a complete set of corresponding outfits for them-

Thinking of this, he looked at Melville, the lich beside him, and he had to admit that this guy's taste was outrageously infinite, but fortunately he had always been taciturn, otherwise, he would have laughed at a few words.

The afternoon sun shone on the surface of the body, and the cold winter wind was still flowing and blowing in the nearby silver-leaf forest, and the flesh and blood of the dead could not feel the cold and warmth, but the hearts of Sask and Melville were only solemn in the face of war.

The other resurrected people also came out of the tent one after another, and they saw Anna for the first time, and then saw the respectful faces of Sask and Melville, and they couldn't help but come and salute in unison.

Anna smiled.

She lowered her arms, and the black cat jumped out of her arms.

……

"The undead, in fact, are some of the goods that bully the soft and are afraid of the hard."

Since the last time he told the story of the "Red Knight", Gross has once again brought out a new story, about the "Black Blade" Sask-

In the game, this part of the story has a lot of official background introduction, and Gross is just quoting it, but it falls on everyone's ears, which is completely different from those old-fashioned folklore -

The stories Gross told were so novel and exciting that by the time he got to the end, the small room was already full of people.

Young people, old people, and children, all they saw were black heads.

There isn't much entertainment in the nights of this world, especially in a rural place like Grey Rabbit Village, so almost all of these villagers are attracted to this story.

As soon as Gross finished speaking, after looking around, he saw that everyone was still with big eyes open, without blinking-

"What about the back?"

"It doesn't seem like the story is over yet?"

After a few seconds of silence, the sounds began to sound. Obviously, the audience was not fully interested, but Oliver, Scott and others knew Gross's usual style, and he would not tell the story for no reason.

Miss Lady Lady, Lady, on the side, gently tugged at Gross's sleeve, and she raised her head, her lake-blue eyes looking at the side face full of stubble.

"It's getting late, let's go to bed early."

Gross smiled.

Immediately, as if there was a proper tacit understanding, Miss Mage let out a long yawn beside him.

Levine and Oliver led by example and got up to leave the house, Scott seemed to be a little thoughtful, Cameron and Orr, although in good spirits, but when they heard the bandit leader Gross say this, they still chose to obey.

A few noisy children were taken away by the others, and soon, the room was empty, leaving only Gross and Miss Lady.

Outside the window was the dark mountain forest at night.

The grease-soaked wick is burning.

"Then, Mr. Gross, I'll go back first."

The solitude of the two at this time could not help but make the girl's face redden, she walked to the wooden table, packed up the books and notes she had with her, and when she stepped out of the door, she turned her head and said softly:

"Good night, Mr. Gross."

"Good night, Ladia."

The self-proclaimed gentleman Gross is motionless, and he tells this story on this night, of course, for his own purpose - in the world of Illuson, people are often afraid of the dead, and what he did was to break it.