Outside the town of Kig, the catacombs.

The dimly lit catacombs had three floors, the first two of which were filled with all sorts of books and potions, without any prohibitions. However, if you continue to descend, you will have to pass through a long, narrow, spiraling staircase and pass through three magical forbidden gates to enter the third underground burial chamber, which is Ansardin's "magic laboratory" and where he keeps all his "home".

Thanks to the help of Viscount Tranka and several other human nobles, "An Tuhao" has a wealth unimaginable to ordinary people in a few years, so in addition to gold and silver coins, there are more valuable pieces of "Thur Silver", "Mithril" and a large number of summoning materials.

This secret room was supposed to be open to any outsiders, but at this time, Ansatin hunched down slightly, his flabby and lowered face tried to squeeze out a respectful look, his eyes looked directly at the ground under his feet, and whispered something to the figure sitting on the stone chair in front of him—

"When I heard the news of the accident, I immediately summoned the gargoyle to rush over, so that I could find you as soon as possible..."

"As for what to do with these humans, I've been investigating for a few days and have the list in my hands..."

"With you, His Majesty Augustine's mission will be successfully completed!"

......

Ansardine had a completely "dog-legged" demeanor and tone at this time, and his submissive appearance was very different from the ruthlessness he had summoned the puppet to attack and kill Roddy before.

And Magda the "Blighter" was sitting in front of him at this time, seemingly closing his eyes and recuperating, but in fact, he could see from the slightly furrowed brow that he was in a very bad mood at the moment.

It's been more than a month since the defeat of Houllier City, and half of his body that was broken by the city's defense giant crossbow still retains that terrifying wound - under such an injury, he is not interested in listening to Ansardine's flattery at all, and directly raised his hand to interrupt: "I'm not interested in listening to nonsense, tell me... How long does it take to recover?"

Even though Ansadin once used a high-grade potion to solve a problem for Magda, the arrogance of the "witherer" will not change because of a favor owed to him.

The class consciousness of identity and status is deeply ingrained in Tasman, and in the eyes of the "witherers", "juniors" like Ansadin are just sentinels on missions in the kingdom of Karen, and there is no room for attention.

So he didn't have any politeness to Ansadin at all, and completely regarded the other party as a "minion".

"My lord, you first need a fresh corpse to repair your body, and if you want to regain your peak strength, you must find the most suitable match... And it also requires a series of magic circle effects and cast time, I..."

"How many days?"

He had no interest in Ansadine's plans, all he could think of was himself - revenge!

"Probably... It can take as little as 10 days. Ansatin bowed lower, the cowardice and fear in his voice undisguised, "And, and it's optimistic, sir, look—"

"I'll only give you five days, do it now. ”

Magda narrowed her eyes and gave his time limit in a flat tone.

"My lord, this- no, no problem... But in order for you to better recover your strength, now you need to treat the wound with potions..."

Ansadin was kicked by him, and he didn't even dare to argue, and hurriedly lowered his head and took out the potion in his hand - this attitude of "absolute obedience" obviously made Magda very useful.

The "Blighter" was not blind, he knew exactly how precious the various materials in the room were, and Ansadine's ability to let him receive treatment here was enough to show that the other party was unsuspecting of him - so for the rest of the day, he cooperated with Ansadine's treatment of his wounds.

And after all this was done, Ansatin didn't ask any extra words, bowed deeply and then bowed his head and withdrew.

"It's kind of acquaintance. ”

Magda reached out and touched the treated wound and gave Ansadin his assessment.

On the other hand, the face of Ansadine, who "knows each other", has completely lost the previous cowering and panic, and has been replaced by undisguised banter...

"The arrogant old thing, it's really going back the more you live. ”

He knew very well that since the crow found Magda's hiding place, the other party had stepped into his trap step by step-

Invite the other person to your most precious room to show "obedience", relax the other person's vigilance with weak performance, and... Made Magda think that her body would take a long time to repair.

All of this, in fact, is a disguise!

With Ansadine's strength, repairing his body is completely easy, but he is deliberately delaying time!

The letter to His Majesty Augustine had already flown to the Tasman Empire with the Crow, and if all went well, His Majesty would have supported his direct use of the puppet to kill Roddy when he learned of the stupid things Magda had done!

As for Magda, he will only become a stubborn and conceited old fellow in the eyes of His Majesty, and I am afraid that he will not be used in any way in the future.

When he cures this old guy, the other party may not know that he has been used all over again, and he will owe himself a favor while losing his political competitiveness!

"A brainless guy just can't enter the council, what if he's strong?"

Secretly laughing at Magda's stupidity, Ansadin stepped back to the basement, but as soon as he entered the room, his gaze suddenly froze—

"How is that possible?!"

On the desktop not far away, the magic circle that was originally flickering with thirteen nodes had completely dimmed.

Ansardine's eyes widened in disbelief, and he walked quickly to the magic circle, reaching out and trying to pick up the magic crystal in it, but as soon as his fingertips touched the crystal, a "click" cracking sound sounded, and the spiderweb-like cracks spread out, and then the entire magic crystal completely became a pile of residue...

Such a scene represents the death of the puppet, and the magic crystal is destroyed by energy backlash.

Ansadine's fingers hovered above the circle, the originally shocked gaze gradually covered with the yin owl, the thin and slender fingers slowly condensed into fists, and with the convergence of the power of the necromancy, all the magic crystals on the circle suddenly shattered and disappeared.

Then, without hesitation, he reached out and opened a wooden cabinet door—in the dim light, the "puppet statues" placed in it were almost piled up into a mountain.

At midnight, the town of Parr resounded with the dense sound of horses' hooves.

The scouts had already formed a neat line on the school grounds, Ruger stood in front silently waiting for Roddy's orders, and Carter walked in the line, conscientiously carrying out his duties as "political commissar".

The Templar ranks next to them were scattered. Twenty full-time knights and twenty Templar guards with huge shields rode on their horses, all of them dressed lightly.

In the wooden house, Roddy inserted two scimitars into the scabbards, tightened the straps of the quiver, picked up the short bow, reached out and put Nokia, who was sleeping with his body curled in the basket, into the pocket on his waist, and pushed the door out—

Akasha outside the door had been waiting for a few minutes, and when she saw Roddy, she extinguished the light of the ring and followed. Luo Di nodded in greeting, and then said: "If you encounter a battle, you must stay in the center of the team, don't expose yourself, remember that saving your life is the most important thing." ”

"Yes!"

Akasha nodded earnestly and unconsciously clenched the ring in her hand.

Needless to say, the beautiful priest had once again misunderstood his thoughts - Roddy was now recalling in his head how to deal with the puppet necromancer, and his words just now were entirely caused by complaining in his heart that there was too little "treatment"...

As he stepped to the front of the group, Roddy looked around and was relieved to see that he didn't see Nata—he actually understood that if Nata was in her right mind, she would know very well that she didn't have a reason to fight to the death with him.

Roddy understands this - he also doesn't want this former "mentor" to follow him to face unknown enemies, after all, these things have nothing to do with her, and if he is involved, he will feel guilty...

This was one of the few emotional emotions on Roddy's part, but as he stepped into front of the military formation, he had suppressed this last trace of emotion, and after roughly explaining the plan to Sodrol and others, he directly gave the order to "all set off".

But just as he was about to ride his war horse and leave, Nata suddenly came to him and said expressionlessly: "I only have one question. ”

Nata, who was carrying a short bow, had an indifferent voice, and the newly changed leather armor had changed her image drastically, but Roddy was not interested in observing all this, just frowned slightly, waiting for her next.

"If you die, who will save Elsa Village?"

Nata's words were so blunt that they even sounded harsh. But her personality is like this, and Roddy has long been used to it.

He opened his mouth to give a candidate, but when the words came to his mouth, he hesitated suddenly...

No one wants to think about what will happen to them when they die, and neither does Roddy. But when Nata's question is asked, he suddenly realizes the promise he had made... It's really hard to achieve.

Yes, if you die, it means that these people are basically dead. If so, who can help the Wood Elves, and what's the point of helping them?

It's okay to lie when talking to others, but for Nata's "mentor", Roddy didn't want to say a word of falsehood at this time - he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't guarantee this promise." ”

After saying this, Luo Di was ready to meet the question, but who knew that the wood elf in front of him did not have any surprised looks, but actually found a horse to ride up with awkward movements, pulled the reins, and joined the advancing team...

"This battle is dangerous, maybe death. ”

Roddy shouted at Nata in Elven language.

"If I'm dead and you're alive," Nata said indifferently as she gently tightened her hood in the cold wind, "Remember your promise." ”

Between "selfishness" and "selflessness", Nata's choice is even more crisp than Roddy imagined.