Chapter Twenty-Nine: Crushing and Despair

It's over!

Except for Miles, who was lying on the ground, everyone was furious, and the invincible enemy had finally arrived!

The instinct honed by years of life and death battles in Wairutan allowed him to subconsciously choose to protect himself first like a herbivore meeting a predator when facing such an enemy, which was originally an ability that others could not envy, but at this moment he hated his instinct extremely much.

This is not to say that the opportunity to make up for Miles has been lost, and Wairutaan, a lich apprentice who does not have the ability to cast spells for a short period of time, is not in sight. It means that he and Zrola are already quite far away from Nila, who is coming to the aid from a distance, because of the pursuit of Miles, coupled with the subconscious action just now, the three of them have been completely divided into two groups, and now, only Nila is left to face the enemy of the silver rank!

"Nila!"

The ranger could already see the silhouette of the tall figure that was approaching his sister gradually becoming clearer, the heavy black copper armor and the greatsword that emitted a faint black mist, even if the eyes under the armor did not look at him, Wairutan felt an extreme danger, but now he didn't care about any danger, what instinct, just to rush in front of the man before he could make a move on Nila.

Zrola on the side obviously would not run straight to the end like his colleagues, but the experienced mercenary knew that he could keep a force at this time, so he tried to keep a force, and he originally held the hope that the silver big man might be someone else-even if it was the nobles behind the Macifa butler, the nobles were also humans, at least they could negotiate, trade, and surrender.

But now, Zrola didn't feel that the terrifying-looking undead knight was something he could fool, and even if he could be honest, he would probably be able to enjoy the passionate flesh of the dancers and the delicious wine again, and the meaning of his life would be more than halfway there.

So, although he didn't follow Wairutan to the undead knight, he did what he could, for example, to try the terrifying knight's attitude towards his people, Zrola dragged up the lich apprentice who didn't have a few taels of flesh on his body, but it was a lot heavier than he imagined, hmm, isn't it true that the undead are all with bones all over their bodies, the mercenary who had intimate contact with the undead for the first time in his life had such a thought flashed in his heart.

"Drink!"

The muscles in Zrolla's hand bulged, and she threw the black-robed undead in her hand, well, or rather, the tattered undead, towards the bone knight Laudkenna.

However, it may be that Miles is indeed heavy, and the parabola where the tattered undead crossed the air is still a short distance away, and Miles himself obviously has no intention of trying to shorten this distance, but fortunately there is still one person.

Wairutan stomped on the thick ground with one foot and slammed the other hard at Miles, and the literally kicked and tossed Lich Apprentice flipped in the air and smashed into the tall Bone Knight, no matter how the terrifying undead reacted, he could buy himself a moment's time.

Miles, who had high hopes from Wairutaan, did not fail him, and the tall knight who was slowly moving forward stopped, then raised his right hand, and the armor collided with each other with a kala, and he waved his hand lightly like a fly, and the Lich Apprentice changed course and continued to fly for a while, and then landed on the wall, silent—but he was silent.

But that was enough, and Nila, who was so suppressed by Laudkenna's terrifying momentum that she didn't dare to move, seized the gap, and finally regained control of her body, grabbed Wairutaan's outstretched hand, and was dragged back by her brother.

Wairutan held Niela in the air, wary of the Bone Knight, and pulled his sister back slowly, but Lauderkenna seemed to have his own intentions, so he stopped and waited until the two of them retreated to meet up with Zrola and Demps behind them

"Humans, where are the vessels of the dead?"

The Undead Knight's voice was deep and penetrating, spreading far and wide through the corridors

"Death, vessel of the dead?"

Wairutan and Zrola looked at each other, confused, what was that? The two of them surrendered their searching gaze to the only possible way to understand Maqifa, and the butler, who was limp and almost fell to the ground, shook his head and whispered

"I don't know what he's referring to, maybe a legendary weapon?"

Looking at Zrolla's face, which was almost full of "this is still your nonsense", Macifa smiled bitterly

"Actually, our contact with them is not as close as you think, after all, there is more than one silver knight in the Hestia family, and the position in the kingdom is quite stable, it is not as serious as those small nobles or declining families who rely on them seriously."

The butler paused, as if he was considering his words

"We are closer to a cooperative relationship with the undead than with the vassal families, and the cooperation and communication are mainly focused on the common enemy of both sides, and the initiative to act within the kingdom has always been ......"

Speaking of this, Ma Qifa recalled that he was not reporting to the head of the family, not only did he not have to be extremely vague between his words, but he also had to be as straightforward as possible to make these mercenaries understand, the butler smiled self-deprecatingly, put down the upper-class tone that he had been holding before, and said directly in a slightly unfamiliar straightforward tone

"Heh, the initiative has actually been in the hands of the undead, at the beginning we took the initiative to reveal some untrue news about our competitors to them, not only let these undead consume with them, strengthen our family itself, but also get some benefits from the hands of the undead, but later as it gets deeper and deeper, there are more and more small actions accumulated, and now it's okay, there are undead to cover up, but once they let go, the various clues left by those things can't be hidden by the Hestia family itself, once the incident happens, It will be destroyed in an instant, and we will have to rely on the undead. ”

Ma Qifa, who rarely had the opportunity to speak to the lower classes like this, was still a little unaccustomed to speaking at first, but immediately began to gush, and I don't know whether it seemed that he had decided that everyone would die, and that there was no need to keep secrets from the dead, or that he had simply liberated his chattering nature.

However, the current situation obviously did not allow Maqifa to enjoy himself, and a slight noise from behind Laudkenna interrupted his speech, it was tattered, ah, the tenacious figure of the Lich Apprentice, the black robe was torn, the withered body was broken in many places, and the thighs were even twisted in a strange direction, Miles looked really miserable, but his injuries were terrifying, in fact, they were nothing to an undead, as long as the soul origin was not destroyed, these creatures on the edge of life and death would not perish.

Wairutan's instincts told him that it was the mighty Undead Knight who seemed better to tease—or rather be more pleasant to deal with—than the cunning and cruel Lich Apprentice he had already seen, and the young Ranger pretended to cough twice to draw the attention of the others

"So you're here for the vessel of the dead."

He continued to bow his head in that same vein, and groaned slightly

"It's not non-negotiable."

Wairutan spread his hands and said half-truthfully

"Originally, we were going to use the weapon of the dead as bait to catch you, but now it's clear"

He smiled flatteringly at Laudkenna, almost the same as the ruthless mercenary he had used to deal with the Lich Apprentice

"Obviously, my lord, your strength is superior, and this thing should have been given to you with both hands, but"

Wairutan changed his words and looked a little embarrassed

"Look, if you can take our lives, we can swear to the god of justice that we will never divulge this matter!"

Miles, though beaten terribly, showed that at least the Lich Apprentice was alive and well, and he lifted his body up with barely intact arms, and his already dysfunctional throat made a sound without a stir.

"Lord Laudkena, in my opinion, they should have no knowledge of the vessel of the dead—"

The tall Bone Knight turned, his cold gaze under his visor piercing the Lich Apprentice's body like a sword

"Eramo's apprentice, the feet of the crows of the wasteland, I can't trust your words."

As soon as these words came out, the Lich Apprentice's heart instantly cleared, so it was, why he was able to receive such a major task, why he was able to be arranged within the human kingdom, why he would partner with a silver-rank bone knight, these are not coincidences at all, but a delicate trap!

No wonder Lord Lauderkenna is so cold, and he still allows himself to act at will, even if the parties on both sides are hostile to each other, he should be cautious in the hinterland of the human kingdom, and he is simply a nail planted in this adult's mission!

But he only now understood his true identity through Lauderkenna's attitude, no one gave him any instructions, no one assigned him any tasks, so what value did such a nail have besides simply disgusting and disgusting the backbone of this dark lord?

Is that how you chose, Mentor, a trace of long-lost emotion flashed in the cold heart of the Lich Apprentice, but even then Miles did not give up and continued to persuade

"I can't trust them, but neither do these humans deserve your trust, Lord Laudkenna."

"That's right, they can't be trusted."

The Bone Knight nodded very calmly and agreed with his statement, not only Miles, who was ready to speak next, was stunned, but even Wairutan and the others, who didn't understand it very well.

Just, just say it straight??

Ahem, cough, cough, a sneaky figure in the darkness in the distance was almost exposed, Sim stroked his chest twice to calm his mood, in case he really laughed, his brown pupils reflected the tall back of Laudkenna in the layers of darkness, and in his heart, he couldn't help but think of this knight in his "previous life".

As mentioned earlier, Sim only made his fortune through the guild in the late game, and he was just a small player who followed the crowd in the early stage, so when Sim mixed in the south, Laudkenna's status was already quite high, and he was one of the high-level of the Undead East Route Army, which was not accessible to retail players of his level, and when Sim stepped into the level of upstream players with the help of the guild, Laudkenna had already died at the hands of NPCs on the plot battlefield, and he had been on the side from beginning to end.

Although he stepped into the silver early, he had followed the Dead Emperor since his first ascension to the throne and was entrusted with important tasks. But until the Demon Disaster surged, Laudkenna failed to cross the threshold of gold, and was always stuck at the peak of silver, with a large number of rookies taking advantage of the Demon Tide to quickly advance and show their talents on the battlefield, they were promoted and reused one by one.

Lauderkenna's status gradually declined, and finally fell to the point where he didn't even become a copy boss, and finally ended up with a plot kill, it stands to reason that such characters abound in history, and Lauderkenna is just one of the ups and downs in the treacherous trend.

But after the scene just now, Sim verified a rumor at the time.

Although Laudkenna was very unsatisfactory in the plot, his popularity among undead players was unexpectedly high because of two things, and he was even listed as one of the four undead knights, named Awkward Knight.

One is the origin of this title, mainly because of its characteristic words and deeds, according to the players of the undead camp, Laudkenna is not only a rare natural product among the dark lords, but also full of slots, and many players are very difficult to deal with NPCs who are often choked by Laudkenna's words for a long time. But the same undead camp can't do anything to him, let's teach him a lesson, if you can't beat it, you will lose face, and if you can beat it, your face will be dull, not to mention that he is still a diehard loyalist of the emperor, so he has to swallow his anger.

The oppressed players applauded, and "Brother Lao is right" and "Do you remember what Brother Lao said before he died" has also become a common meme among players for a long time.

There is even a section that insists that Laudkenna has never been able to make the gold because of too many awkward conversations, and has been plotted by someone—or a few disgruntled bigwigs.

These anecdotes have only been heard of by Sim, after all, for non-undead players, dealing with players who often lose their ribs when they walk and are afraid of drinking are also the first to deal with players as companions, and it is also the first time that the prince of exile raises the anti-flag, that is, the only neutral undead force is established in the game's plot.

But on the whole, when I saw it today, it was true that Sim still kept a safe distance, lest Lauderkenna's silver-level spiritual sensitivity should be discovered, but he also pricked up his ears, and his heart collapsed on the ground with a smile in his heart, and he listened intently, lest he miss a word.

"But I don't need to trust them either."

Before Laudkenna's words fell, Wairutan already sensed that something was wrong, and with a kick of his left foot, he pulled Nila and retreated sharply, but the Skeleton Knight came first, and his tall figure instantly burst out with a speed that did not match his appearance at all, and he approached the four of Wairutan in three or two steps, and he was not at all interested in the two of them who were rolling aside, and the big hand wrapped under the heavy armor grabbed the two of them directly.

Even though he knew in his heart that it was because he was being given special care as a leader, Wairutan couldn't help but curse, and as soon as his body turned, the twin knives had already jumped into his hands, and Nila was also sent aside by him.

There were two soft sounds, and the double knives opened the right hand stretched out by Lauderkenna, but Wairutan's face was a little darker than before, these were already the two knives he tried his best under the haste, and he actually only opened the opponent's right hand, doesn't that mean that if this damn undead used a little more effort just now, he wouldn't even be able to take it with a slap on his hand.

Laudkenna didn't have any ideas, he was just a human in brass, just like when we slapped a fly and didn't die, then we slapped it again, and he did.

The right hand that was opened crossed an arc in the air, clenched his fist, and smashed back at a faster speed, this punch Lauderkenna himself was an understatement, but Wairutan saw a cold sweat in his eyes, if this was smashed solidly, he was afraid that he could be a brother with Miles who was lying there.

Seeing that he couldn't make a hard connection, Wairutan had no choice but to withdraw his knife and dodge one after another, but Laudkenna did not pursue as expected, and continued to grasp in another direction.

Nila! Only then did Wairutan understand that the other party's target was not himself, but the weaker Nila, and the previous punch was just to force himself away and make it easier to attack.

However, Wairutan was wrong about this, the Bone Knight really didn't think about it so much, he just simply grabbed someone as a hostage, and chose whichever side was convenient.

The dungeon on this level was not very wide, and although the location of the gargoyles was four or five times wider than the corridor, forming a small square, the shattered gargoyles also occupied a lot of space, and Nila had no way to go before she had even run two steps, and her poor struggle could hardly cause any trouble for Laudkenna.

"Now, I can trust you a little, human."

Wairutan gripped his twin knives and let out a low roar of despair and rage.