Tasman, St Karen.

Because it is located to the west of the kingdom of Karen, when the dawn light illuminates the territory of Evta, the territory of the land of the dead is still in pre-dawn darkness.

The oppressive black was everywhere, and the lifeless moat flowed slowly. The Royal Palace "Oldmantius" is unusually dark in the pale illumination of the torch. The well-armed Imperial City Guards routinely walked through the corridors, and the sound of clash of armor made the place seem more empty and silent.

Behind the intricately patterned metal gates, Augustine, the monarch of the Land of the Dead, sat peacefully in his large study, reading a dozen documents all night.

The undead need "sleep" just like humans, but the sleep of the undead is to replenish and enhance the necromantic aura in the body - if the "necromantic aura" that supports the decaying body is dissipated, then the undead's lifespan will also come to an end.

Unless gifted, most of the undead's strength grows extremely slowly, and most of them have not been able to advance to the rank for hundreds of years. Even those as brilliant as Augustine the Great took more than 400 years to get to where they are today.

Therefore, the undead in history rarely provoke wars, but they like to secretly weaken and destroy the strength of their "neighbors". Every undead knows that if the wear and tear of a war is more than it can bear, humanity may recover in a few decades, but the Tasman will need hundreds of years to recuperate.

"Short-lived races like fights that don't play and don't end..."

Looking at the assessment report on the internal contradictions of the Karen Kingdom in his hand, Augustine the Great made a faint comment and casually put the parchment on the desk.

But at this moment, a sudden throbbing made him freeze his figure!

Two white flames lit up in the gray pupils, and then the flames gradually weakened and extinguished as if they were blown by a strong wind. It is the intense pain that originates from the soul.

"Phew!"

The documents that had not yet left their hands burst in an instant under the twisting force, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground. Augustine closed his eyes tightly, trying to suppress the urge to explode - he couldn't show anything unusual now, or the nobles of the council would ruthlessly sabotage all the plans that followed...

"Failed?

The pain of the disappearance of the soul incarnation made his whole body feel like a knife, and ordinary people were afraid that their will would collapse directly under this pain, and their souls would dissipate, but Augustine forcibly suppressed himself, even the attendants and guards outside the study did not notice anything unusual.

For ten minutes, Augustine stood like a sculpture at his desk without saying a word, only his hands trembling slightly. It wasn't until the pain gradually dissipated that he slowly opened his eyes.

The shared consciousness made him understand what had happened to his "avatar" in the kingdom of Karen, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose, but then he forcibly suppressed it - in the face of the failure of the plan, the monarch did not even show superfluous expressions with his strong heart.

It's just a game of chess that can be abandoned at any time.

Want to get back on the field? Looking for a chance... Another set is opened.

The lifespan of the undead determined Augustine's strong ability to resist stress, so even if he was angry in his heart, he knew how to vent it.

However, the defeat brought some other information that made Augustine a little more worried.

With a flick of his hand, he cleaned up the fragments of the papers, and the Undead Monarch blinked slowly, and after the flames in his pupils disappeared, he stepped to the bookshelf with countless tomes, and gently chanted the incantation.

"Overlapping Time and Space", "Eyes of the Dead", "Death Gaze".

After opening three high-level prohibitions in a row, it was as if there was an extra row of books on the shelves. Augustine's fingertips ran across the spine of the book, eventually pulling out a large, bulky black tome.

There is no handwriting on the cover, but the intricate pattern makes people have a chaotic and crazy mood haunting their hearts, and there seems to be a whisper in their ears.

Augustine didn't hear it, and gently turned the pages of the sterling silver forged book, his gaze sweeping over the handwriting that no one had ever seen.

"Demon Hunter..."

"It's... This is actually their private action?"

Beside the campfire lit in the camp, Duke Sally's eyes widened, and his face was full of incredulity: "The number of wolf cavalry is more than three hundred, this is at least the entire armed force of a large tribe!"

Not just Sally, most people have the impression that orc tribes are always loosely structured. It is difficult for a medium and large tribe like "Rohar's Hammer" to come up with four hundred wolf cavalry, and if it weren't for Roddy's impression of Godard, I'm afraid everyone would think that this is a chieftain "leading an expedition".

The living orc prisoners of war were interrogated by Roddy, but these guys who knew that they had no way to live were not small in strength but not big in brains, obviously with their IQ, they could not understand what "super tribe" meant, and those scattered information made Sally and the others quite confused.

However, Roddy can basically guess what happened through his "memories". So looking at the nobles who came around, Luo Di thought for a moment and said, "Judging from their performance, there should have been drastic changes within the orc kingdom. ”

"I am afraid that the scattered tribes have begun to integrate in a large area, and so many wolf cavalry are just a 'reconnaissance force' that set off privately, proving that the number of orcs is probably far beyond our imagination, perhaps the total number has exceeded 20,000. ”

He raised his head and said slowly, "In other words, war... It's about to begin. ”

"War..."

Catherine and more than a dozen surviving nobles looked at each other, humans had not experienced war for too long, they used to think that "war" was a small fight between nobles, but after this night, the tragic reality had completely awakened them - just a few hundred orc wolf cavalry had brought countless losses to the kingdom, and everyone felt chills down their spines when they looked at the corpses of the innocent dead and "resurrected" villagers around them.

"Report to the Commander..."

A soldier came to report the casualties, but Luo Di did not shy away from it, looked up at the nobles and the bishop of the "Rosicrucian" in front of him, and directly asked the other party to report the number.

The final casualty results were not optimistic, in the pre-dawn battle, the appearance of Augustine's incarnation made the casualty number much larger than expected, three members of the "Knights of the Dragonlance" were killed, four of the barbarian hoplites were killed, and a total of twenty-nine of the noble private soldiers and the Rosicrucian troops who rushed over were killed, including three nobles - nearly 100 seriously injured and lightly injured were in stable condition after treatment, but this team obviously has little combat effectiveness at present.

Luo Di didn't have any expression on his face, but he couldn't help but scold in his heart: "Augustine, this bone scum, wait for Lao Tzu's revenge!"

"At least most of the people survived, phew, just evacuate to the nearest fortress with peace of mind..."

One of the viscounts next to him touched the bandage on his face and sighed softly.

But after he finished speaking, he found that the people around him were looking at him.

"Viscount Moso, I'm afraid you're tired," Sally shook her head, "One night is enough time for Senna to 'explain' to the surrounding fortresses." Now that we are 'traitors', which fortress do you think will open its doors to 'traitors'?"

"It's... He..."

Viscount Moso was speechless for a long time, and wanted to refute, but as a nobleman, his mind was not slow, and after a little thought, he understood that this was indeed the predicament of himself and others. He looked left and right at the other nobles involved, and whispered, "If we say that we just escaped the orcs—"

"Viscount Moso, don't have illusions!"

Catherine interrupted him rudely, "Do you think he would believe you if you were to run to Senna and kneel down and lick his boots to show your loyalty?"

"Since he had the audacity to murder and slander a duke, do you think they would really be afraid of us lords?"

"Do you have to be the meat on the chopping block in order to survive? It was better to die last night!"

It seemed to have touched the sore spot in her heart, Catherine's emotions seemed a little excited, the two old nobles beside her hurriedly grabbed her and whispered comfort, Viscount Moso also knew the pros and cons, and did not dare to argue at all, so he lowered his head and said no more.

Although the words are fierce, Catherine's words are true: although the threat of orcs and undead has disappeared for the time being, it is Senna and the royal family behind him who really make people feel like they are in their throats!

Even if these nobles knew that they were not "treason", if Senna operated properly, "treason" would likely become a "fact" in the eyes of others.

"So where do we go from here... Is there nowhere for the team now?"

"It's useless to just guess, I've already sent someone to investigate the situation around me, so let's rest and recover our strength. Everything will be discussed when there is news. ”

Roddy was now a leader through and through, and no one would question what he said, and the nobles nodded yes and dispersed, tired from a day and a night, and they really needed to get plenty of rest.

"Erwin, divide a few teams and let them go to the surrounding mines to collect food. ”

"Yes!"

The rations of hundreds of people are not a small number, and they can only be collected as much as possible in the case of "it is difficult to return to the city", and after being ordered, Roddy sat down to rest with his wounds, and then he had time to open the "task bar" to take a look.

The "Judgment of the Throne of Bones" quest was finally "completed", and a huge XP reward of 6.72 million, two advanced talent points, and three skill enhancement opportunities automatically appeared.

However, after the quest is completed, the follow-up prompts will no longer appear, and it is clear that this epic quest has completed another stage, and it is unknown when the next step will be triggered.

Roddy looked at the prompts and thought for a moment instead of immediately using these task rewards, he simply flipped through the skill bar.

"Skill Enhancement..."

Roddy saw the flashing instructions under each skill icon, and the pale yellow text showed the enhanced effect, which in general roughly increased the effect of the skill itself by 30% - such as increasing the "Jump" distance, reducing the cooldown, increasing the damage of "Concentration Strike", etc.

I have the impression that the rewards of strengthening skills only occasionally appear in high-level rare quests, and the opportunity is extremely rare - but with Roddy's vision and experience, it would be a waste to casually use this opportunity on skills such as "Leap" and "Concentration Strike".

It doesn't need to occupy the rune position, it doesn't need to change the combat stance, it is completely strengthened, so it is basically the most suitable "core skill" for each class - and with Roddy's current level, he does not yet have this level of skill.

Especially after advancing to the legal profession of "Elemental Summoner", there are hundreds of skills for Luo Di to choose from, so at this time, these three opportunities should be saved for later...

"The orcs haven't fully fought yet, but the country has collapsed on its own... I really didn't expect it. ”

Thinking of the difficulties he was facing now, Luo Di sighed in a low voice, but he did not have half cowardice and concession in his heart, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Since you all like to calculate, then I'll accompany you to a game. ”