Bernard was really relieved, Saint Greif and his knights looked no different from ordinary people, they were all young and strong good young men, and they must have been the best of the best of the best to make it here alive. And if you can add another strength to the garrison legion of the Immortal House, why not.

Just as Benard was almost about to convince himself in his heart, another unfortunate voice came out again.

"My lord, the ravens of the Holy City also mention that 'the more powerful the undead are, the closer they are to ordinary people', and there are even reports that the undead have mastered a method that can restore the human body. We can actually use the Talisman of Hunting the Undead......" or the lieutenant.

Bernard had to admit that his lieutenant, a young man named Keane, was actually quite capable. The Immortal House can rest assured that everything big and small can be entrusted to him, and what Bernard values is his sense of responsibility and initiative in his work. However, young people are also too easy to lose their brains, and sometimes they don't let go of the dead reason, which is a headache for Benard.

Before Benard, who was frowning, could speak, St. Greif under the city spoke first: "Brother Benard, don't you believe us?" Do you doubt that we are these blasphemous immortals, but you do not expect that in the end it is not the cold blades of the enemy, nor the cold and hunger, but the indifference and suspicion of our own brothers? Many of our brothers who have gone through a lot of hardships and dangers have lost their lives for it, and what are we for, have you forgotten how we vowed to protect the glory of God in the first place? ”

"Hunting the Undead Amulet? Brother Bernard, are you going to insult my glory as a great knight with this imprisoning blasphemous? Hehe......"

I really don't know how he heard it from such a distance, Bernard pinched his temples and felt a headache, and the guards on the surrounding walls seemed to be infected by St. Greif's righteous and awe-inspiring words, even if they didn't say sympathy, they couldn't watch these comrades being turned away. Of course, the final decision is in the hands of the warden anyway.

He knew the temper of this comrade, and he valued glory above life. Think about it, if it were yourself, who would feel better if you were forced by friendly forces to "verify" your true body with something to deal with the enemy?

“…… Why, what kind of person am I, Bernard, and the whole of Krasno knows who I am. It is only cowards and traitors who suspect the affairs of their former brothers and comrades-in-arms that they can do it. How can I bear to turn you away? Guardsman! Lowering the suspension bridge, we greet guests from afar. Bernard turned, winking at Adjutant Keane.

Keane understood and thought to himself that he really couldn't stop the Warden from making such a decision that was swayed by "morality", after all, this is what the older generation like them pay the most attention to in the army. The order from the Holy City Ferry did not explicitly state that no friendly troops could be accepted, so Keane could no longer oppose the warden's decision.

However, he still influenced the warden's decision to some extent, because just now the warden clearly ordered him to immediately go and take precautions in the city just in case, and he still had this after following the warden for two years.

The heavy crossbows in the city have been turned around, and the guards who have twice as many as before have been transferred to the city gates...... It is precisely because everything seems flawless and there are no flaws that it makes people feel more suspicious.

At both ends of the gate, huge chains almost thicker than a person's waist slowly extended out, and the steel deck of the drawbridge that was pulled slowly descended towards the end of the cliff. The whole process lasted more than a dozen minutes, and St. Greif and his companions had waited too long.

……

Oscar was too far away, and faintly heard some words, the hearing of the undead has always been very good, and the body is strengthened far beyond ordinary people.

They seem to have convinced the humans in the House of the Undead to let them in, and Oscar doesn't know what to do for a while. Not surprisingly, this group of undead people is going to do something big, because they didn't seem to be open about their identities in the conversation just now.

No matter which rumor or prophecy it is, the way to save sentient beings and lift the curse of the undead points to the Northern Immortal Courtyard. What kind of secrets are hidden in the isolated island of the Immortal Courtyard? Oscar looked north, and the cliff was the end of the continent, and legend has it that behind the vast sea of clouds was the God's Domain Rodland. Isn't there a way to the Deadhouse?

Seeing them walk onto the drawbridge, Oscar was entangled in his heart, if he missed this opportunity, he didn't know if he could enter the Immortal Courtyard. But if he rashly shows up now, what awaits him is probably a sharp sword and arrows. Do you want to pretend to be a human knight of the White Sect like them?

Bang! Boom ——! Just when Oscar was stunned, smoke was already billowing from the Immortal Courtyard.

"Greif! Why are you doing this? You...... It's not human! Benard's exclamation almost shook the snow off the eaves.

……

Whether it's Warden Bernard or Adjutant Keane, they've prepared for the worst, but as if they like to confirm people's worst intentions, St. Grave and his men are uneasy-natured undead.

As St. Grave's party entered the gates of the Immortal Courtyard, Keane was the first to discover their biggest anomaly and arguably their only flaw.

St. Grave spoke, "Brother Bernard, we finally meet!" ”

It's too weird, obviously in this ice and snow, as long as a big living person speaks, there will be white mist on his lips, but this smiling St. Greif, his words seem to be stuffed in his chest without a trace of heat. He and his knights did the same, and even their faces were not even red or sunburned from the cold.

This is not the appearance of the people of Erlund North County, or even the appearance of normal humans!

"My lord! They are not human! Keane, who woke up suddenly, roared and drew the long sword at his waist, and strode in front of Bernard. Everyone was stunned by Keane's actions! Even St. Greif the Undead.

St. Greif thought that he would be able to give him a hug in the next second, and then he would be able to send him to meet the Lord God high above. But all this was completely disrupted by this shrewd lieutenant, and even at this moment he did not realize where he had shown his feet.

But none of that mattered anymore, they had entered the House of the Undead. No matter who it is, there is no way to stop them anymore!

Burst......! The black blade attached to the dark magic pierced Keane's chest, how could an undead man who was a great knight in his life be blocked by a small lieutenant!